By Paige Wyatt There’s a special sort of melancholy in finding things as a deceased loved one left them. The coffee cups dirty in the kitchen sink, the reading glasses on the nightstand, the unfurled throw blanket next to the cold fireplace–all are reminders of a life well-lived, a life worth remembering. This life happenedContinue reading “The Abyss”
By Tiffany Shull Peterson She extended her arm, spread her fingers, and examined the flesh there. Her translucent skin glowed with an eerie bluish hue. Purple veins spread like the branches of an ancient tree from the back of her hand up into her arm. She turned her palm up and watched as the musclesContinue reading “Vivid”
By Kaitlynn McShea I dreamt about fascia again last night–how its synovial hardeningand gooey hydrationis akin to the Elmer’s gluewe used in school,pressing it on our pencil boxesto make bookmarks,sliding it on the pads of our fingersto make fingerprints. How it can be used to fix or to adhere,how my body holds stories as muchContinue reading “Fascia Dreaming”
By Debbie Hewson I woke up, and the house was sunny, it was late, and I had slept on, my eyes newly open from sleep, squinted in the brightness. My feet, slipping out of the covers and onto the carpet, toes warm and soft, walking through the squares of light and shadow on the carpet,Continue reading “Memory”
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