The centipede (peace on Earth) by Jeremy Nathan Marks
In a basement classroom paid for
by the leftovers from a public budget
an instructor teaches refugees English
she says her first tongue is pidgin
and laughs like...
Silent Conflict by Cyndi
You never wanted to be the girl who cried wolf. How selfish it is to tell someone about the beast you hold inside when...
Numb by ElizaM
Dissociation feels like my head is stuffed with cotton and I can't hear right.
Like trying to have a conversation under water.
Muffled. Blurry. Both heavy...
The Journey (a Poem) by Richard Plowden
That I might sooner get to love forever,
Yes, love and love forever and forever,
Jesus, help me to conquer this disease,
This curse of schizophrenia, wretched...
Untitled Short Story by Jill Donnell
In the deep dark forest lived many animals and plants, trees and mountain cliffs and trails. There once was a ranger and his wife...
Dear Doctor by Carley T.
Dear Doctor,
No breath left in my body
I'm writing, trying to think
Something which doesn't speak
Of the craziness I see inside
Tap tap tap I can hear...
Untitled by Louise
I can't cope with living anymore
Leaving for good should be a choice
Should be empty of moral guilt
I'll never get over my Mom's passing
I'll never...
Subhuman Schizo Sonnet by M.J. Hudson
O feeling like a nigger denied the vote,
the brain behind my radical commotion
being coercively treated by the state,
I, torn out to where some schizos...
I Needed a Guide by Mad Preschool Teacher
Still feels like yesterday
16 alone with this unrecognized gift
I can touch God
I can feel everything
Way too much pain though too much beauty
I needed a...
Quiet Storms by Tina Antonis
This year, I learned to name the hurricane—
Borderline, they call it.
A diagnosis sharp as a scalpel
cutting through the fog of what’s wrong with me?
For...
Fired for the Truth by Dr. Karan R Gregg Aggarwala
Just yesterday evening they let us know you were gone
Joanne the plans they made for you
Did not go through
The job description just did not...
Subhuman Schizo Sonnet by Michael Hudson
O my crimes caused much commotion
long after I was punished by the law,
and I waited, hoping a sagacious shrink
would boost in my cliché-ridden mind,
like...
