I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
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What Comes and Goes
by Cat Coule Love what comes. When you are in the darkness and snakes crawl through open holes in your body and spiders walk up your spine with their babies on their back. Love what comes. When you are in the light and butterflies drink from the nectar of your hair and kittens make a … Continue reading What Comes and Goes
The House I Built
by Austin Sanniota Edwards When you’re small, old, and fragile but surrounded by big, new, and sturdy, it’s easy to feel forgotten and unworthy. But can you believe your bold, wooden door, and the hand-chiseled designs in your arches? Even the wrinkles in your brow and chips in the gold paint make you stand out from … Continue reading The House I Built
A Work in Progress
by Bridget Conway I've never been particularly good at practicing self-love. Actually, if I'm honest with myself, I've never even been good at self-“like”. Since I was seventeen, I've struggled with chronic depression. I suffer from obsessive negative thought spirals, in which either: (a) my mind generates the worst-case scenario for any given situation and … Continue reading A Work in Progress
Identity
by Anon I know I'm not the only one that went through this at some point in life: Depression. Depression is dark, powerful, and sometimes inescapable. It's an epidemic among us that most of us keep silent because we're afraid to show our peers that we're weak and vulnerable. After months of whirlwind emotion, a … Continue reading Identity
Good Enough
by Emily Vulcano I threw up after most of my meals when I was young, because I had a boyfriend who would say to me, “Really? you’re going to eat THAT?” in the cafeteria. I lost friends after he said they only talked to me because I look like a slut. I walked with my … Continue reading Good Enough
Parental Dissonance VI
"The Best Damn Garbage Man" by Mo David I think I'm gonna kill myself. That's what’s going through my head as I’m getting dropped off for my first day of seventh grade. My mom puts our clunky, dilapidated minivan in park and continues with her speech, unaware of the tornadoes circling inside my brain. "So … Continue reading Parental Dissonance VI
Write Then & There 