Ember flares, breathe in. The crackle of ash tickles my throat, open your eyes, this wallow high never lasts long enough.  This group I’m in feels dizzy–– none of my friends see straight morality twisting, turning birthing from our torsos, double helixes. Like staying in bed all day. Â
Growing out of tics at 19 … How do I know my mental health disorder is real Can you get over a mental health disorder … What if my tics go away Can you get over Tourette’s Growing out of Tourette’s Why do I only tic at home … Mental health disorder where you fake […]
As she called on me to read aloud, a memory swirled warm  like a summer breeze across the deep Atlantic: rocking on a black-and-white  checked chair by a gas fireplace where my Mom opened Robert  Frost and we memorized poems together. She sat  close to the flames and melted a h
By Emma Gail Compton I made the table I eat dinner at. The wood was cheap but sturdy. The stain I chose is a dark oaky red and makes the small round table seem more expensive than it was. One could find something similar at any store, but this table, my table, I made. I […]
By Julia Voyt Pages and pages of 12 size Times New Roman are bled across the paper feverishly, introductions and statistics under methods and conclusions. Not eating food and my bicep is smaller this week I talk faster to my family and I write, write, write. The earth outside smells different and sw
By Fara Ling Ah Ma,     A few weeks ago, I realized I have never written Ah Ma a letter. That means I have never told Ah Ma I love you. There’s no way to say it in Hokkien, Ah Ma’s mother tongue. Forcing the syllables wa ai lu to sit next to […]
