How Your Emotions are Hidden in Physical Pain and Dis-ease
You’ve had a stressful day at work. You come home feeling tense in the shoulders. Your muscles have tightened up and you end up with what is...
“Real” Poly, Part 2: What it means to be polyamorous
One of the questions that seems to come up repeatedly is, “Am I really poly?”
Or, “I guess I’m poly.”
Or even, “Is that poly?”
And if that’s not enough,...
Divorce Sucks. . . And it’s Awesome
Divorce sucks. I moved here and took a non-ideal job so that she could be closer to her parents. What was I rewarded with? Getting cheated on....
You Like Me, You Really Like Me
Throughout my life I have noticed that there are certain men who literally have a twinkle in their eye. The twinkle also seems to come with a...
fabrication
many nights i’ve spent
throwing my wishes at the sky
hoping against hope that
a star would hear my cries
my mind is
housing illogical imaginings
dreams of you by my...
I Fell in Love with a Murderer
I am healing. These deep wounds of mine keep coming to the surface. I have slept with a murderer. I was in a relationship with him for...
My Father’s Daughter: A Job Description
by Pamela Denchfield
Because the child does not have the power to withhold consent, she does not have the power to grant it.--Judith Lewis HermanThe bridge out of...
How To Help Someone With PTSD
How to help someone with PTSD - By Haven Strange
Post Traumatic Stress can affect your mind and body for years after an event. It is not limited...
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Lipstick: a Love Story
Jimmy was getting old. He knew he was and he didn’t mind, he kept forgetting things but one thing he couldn’t forget was Her.
She...
The Unexpected Gift of My Mother’s Death
My mother was dying. She told me she needed a laugh.
“No surprise, mom. In the hospital, everyone does.”
“Tell me a joke,” she said. “This...
Solitaire & To the Past— After Visiting the Rutgers Geology Museum
SOLITAIRE
In the days before I fell sick I dreamed of myself as a child, watching my grandfather, Salvatore, peel navel oranges. They always opened...
Finding Holy Ground
We stand in front of a ticket window, my flatmate, Lydia, and I, in bustling Victoria Station. Our fingers, still greasy from a hurried...
The Smiling Dog of Sand Creek
He sat there smiling. I hadn't noticed him until my brother brought him to my attention at the dinner table.
“Have you seen the...
Seahorse
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It was on the first day of our seaside holiday that I found him...
First published in Visual Verse, June 2017
The Girl Who was a Butterfly
Butterflies are not supposed to talk. Yes, I know that. But I am not an ordinary butterfly.
My parents were hippies led by the idea...
The High Stakes of Sexual Mystery
October is here, the month of my birth, as is Libra season. Though it happens every year, I am endlessly amazed by the sense...
The Lesson
Terri shouldered her baseball bat and hung her glove on the narrow end. She walked to Mr. Niles’ front steps, climbed them, and rang...
