‘train tracks’, by anonymous
for a split second a thought crosses my mind by anonymous Canada
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fear/distress/grief
‘Growth?’, by @RoseClue, @ Advanced Wizards, @Watercolors,
Where does it even start? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know How can I tell each apart? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know Where does it even end? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know Why isn’t my body my friend? I don’t know, I don’t know,… Continue Reading ‘Growth?’, by @RoseClue, @ Advanced Wizards, @Watercolors,
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‘CENTRAL PAIN SYNDROME: NAMING THE BEAST’, by Doug Sharp
body hangs off me like a scab, torture-punished brain a scared little animal peering out of skull, rats gnaw at the base of psyche, lick rusty razor blade, electric flame slice belly, fiery metal spears dangle from gut, The great beast paws idly at my entrails, sparking shark teeth chew slowly up leg, thrust scorching… Continue Reading ‘CENTRAL PAIN SYNDROME: NAMING THE BEAST’, by Doug Sharp
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‘pain and Pain’, by M-S-Y
The difference between lowercase-p, pain, and uppercase-P, Pain, is huge. Bigger than just a shift-key should make it. The difference between “Yeah, let’s go on a hike today!” and “I can’t walk today.” The difference between pain that ends, and Pain that just backs off for a while. The difference between the morning pills and the afternoon… Continue Reading ‘pain and Pain’, by M-S-Y
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‘The Diagnosis’, by Roseanne Watt
A rookery, long abandoned now, had been built inside my body. I don’t know where the birds went or why, one day, they uninhabited, leaving only their barbed-wire residues, strung across the boughs of my hips; all sticks and spit, all hollows meant for holding something small, still desperately alive. I’m sorry – I’m afraid … Continue Reading ‘The Diagnosis’, by Roseanne Watt
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‘When the stars threw down their spears’, by Jacqueline Woods
The television I bought five years ago sits in the corner of my room. It helped me through those morphine nights where my lung drain, like a sick umbilical cord snagged from my side. I would watch Countdown at 3 a.m., clasping the puppetry of sign language like a charm. by Jacqueline Woods Write… Continue Reading ‘When the stars threw down their spears’, by Jacqueline Woods
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‘Twenty Minutes’ (Anon.)
Twenty minutes; one thousand two hundred seconds, nothing really, unless you’re waiting, waiting to be told about something you may not want to hear. I feel different; my body is telling me there is a problem. Seventeen have passed. I’m sitting in a room where time has stood still. I’m surrounded by a sea of… Continue Reading ‘Twenty Minutes’ (Anon.)
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‘Occam’s Hammer’, by Garry Coulthard
No one talks about Occam’s other idea, the hammer, when his razor didn’t cut deep enough, his hammer smashed down. ‘Of an event occurring, it is most likely that the simplest one is the correct one’ ‘Of an inevitability occurring, the one that hurts the most is the correct one’ When Occam’s hammer falls, it’s… Continue Reading ‘Occam’s Hammer’, by Garry Coulthard
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