* * * There is a little bird, I don’t remember the name of him, but he skims right over the surface of the ocean. It must be frightening out…
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Image Credit: Snail Doolin I was twenty-one when I found out that Carrie Underwood’s song “Before He Cheats” isn’t meant as a literal how-to guide for handling a cheating…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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* * * my sixteenth year spreads itself between steam flooding under a locked door & my mother knocking softly. a juicy lucy burger waits in my stomach & i’m…
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“Where ya going buckaroo?” Casey said, taking off his headphones and tossing them on to the desk. I shrugged. “Out, I think.” “I thought you said you were exhausted?” “I…
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Turning to Poetry for Hope during the Pandemic and the Uprising I am not one to shy away from talking about the limits of poetry. Poetry is many things,…
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Image Credit: GOo I had my first panic attack on a flight from JFK to Portland. As I sat in a middle seat, sandwiched between a fresh-faced twenty-something woman…
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TW: Discussion of OCD related to gender and sexuality, intrusive thoughts My earliest memory is of a mental image that won’t go away. A girl in a white pinafore…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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Image Credit: National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Australia Like most avid readers, I have long let Don Quixote, that seventeenth century tome of imaginary adventures, sit unread on my…
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“The vessel that takes you on this journey will safely bring you home.” My psychonaut smiles and says, “see you on the other side.” I take a deep breath and…
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Paintings by Miriam Feldman According to Wikipedia, a jumper (person), in police and media parlance, is a person who plans to fall or jump from a potentially deadly height, sometimes…
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I am furious. I am ferocious. My rage could devour the world. It is not appropriate to express. Other than to my therapist. For one hour. Once a week. Perhaps…
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Annie was my mother’s older sister, and she read fortunes for a living. She could divine meaning from cards spread across a kitchen table top to determine whether a husband…
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