The Space I Take
In these poems I take a critical view of myself, more specifically my own perception of my body: the amount of physical space I take up…
In these poems I take a critical view of myself, more specifically my own perception of my body: the amount of physical space I take up…
I fold into a weary pigeon and dream about what it would feel like to perfectly execute a bear, a spoon, a spider, to live inside a healthy body that is not chronically ill…
Career writing, a form of therapeutic writing, is creative, expressive, and reflective writing used in career guidance to develop a healthy career identity.
Breast cancer causes profound loss and grief. We grieve the loss of our bodies. We grieve the loss of our feminine identity.
Warehouse of unassuming light | like a just-kissed face, eyes still closed | power’s out during my interview and tour | subdued orchestra of rain leaks through the metal roof…
Once, in an ultrasound room, a technician in a faded grey frock asked me which pregnancy this was. “My ninth,” I said in a flat voice.
“after the toe-teasing whisky whipping morning jazz beach-kissing i wanted us to shift to the centre of our sun i found a black hole…”
It doesn’t matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. “Let the past be the past,” they claim. I am. “What’s your problem?” I have none.
Madness by sam sax (whose name is stylized lowercase) is perhaps put best in sax’s own words— the book is a “vast pastoral of… illness.”