by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
by Kyle Heger What would become of you if that buzzing little box were taken from your hands? Would your thumbs go crazy, beating a senseless tattoo on their own, or would they simply pine away to nothing and drop off? Where would your eyes focus? Would you contract nystagmus or…
by Mariah Rackliff There is a battle in my head. Daily filling me with dread. I hear a voice say, “Let me in!” “No!” Says another. “I win!” “I’m depression, I think I’ll stay. How long the visit? I can’t say.” “Come closer dear, now just lie down.” I oblige,…