Ma’s Nightgown

By Elizabeth Janczyk Long nightdress, loosely hung. Soft red flannel, slept in and worn out. Floating over tired bare feet, puttering across the cool kitchen tiles. Patio lounger with reheated black coffee, and Sunday’s paper, scattered. Morning sun warms plaid fabric sleeves against aging, freckled skin. The same faded sleeves I clung to After aContinue reading “Ma’s Nightgown”

The Illusion of Closure

By Anne H. Putnam TW: Suicidal ideation In the seven years since my first great heartbreak, I’ve grazed closure with my fingertips countless times.  After the first time he visited me in San Francisco, where I’d fled from our London home when the engagement ended; after our wedding date passed, marked only by a tearfulContinue reading “The Illusion of Closure”

The Basin

By Cheney M. Luttich We were buried in Wyoming.  My home state of Nebraska and its flat ocean of grass was a day behind.  The pictures passing my backseat window were a rumpled assortment of hills and juvenile cliffs piercing the earth’s epidermis, not yet mature enough to join the rank of Colorado’s Rockies.  TheContinue reading “The Basin”

The Beginning of the End

By Krista Legge This piece is published in honor of Self Injury Awareness Day (March 1) and contains potentially triggering content with respect to self injury and suicide. Please do not read this piece if you do not have the mental capacity for these topics. TW/CW: Self-harm, suicide I grew up in a suburban homeContinue reading “The Beginning of the End”

Sanctuary Someday

By Terri Clifton Townspeople and farmers, travelers and soldiers alike agreed the forest was a dangerous place and they were right. They said it was inhabited by an ancient witch, and they weren’t far wrong. Vast and dense was the wilderness, and few were the roads that passed through, and none through the deepest heart.Continue reading “Sanctuary Someday”

Slapped

By Rachael Llewellyn TW: Abuse Graduation  2015 On the morning of her graduation, Moira was woken up by her housemate, Gretchen, fighting with her mum about shoes. The build-up to graduation had mostly consisted of Gretchen hyperventilating about all the ways in which her mum could potentially embarrass her. “You’re so lucky you don’t needContinue reading “Slapped”

Horsepen Mountain

By Melinda Grisco Horsepen Mountain has many unhappy ghosts, dark secrets and good soil on the steep slopes. The road going through the area is so winding folks say, “you meet yourself coming and going”. It is a treacherous place to walk or drive even in good weather. Many cars and trucks have gone overContinue reading “Horsepen Mountain”