One step, two step, three step. I close my eyes, I open my eyes, I close them and repeat.
It began with the staircase. Each day approaching the stairs became a more difficult task. I just got stuck.
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
The white tile at the end of the staircase tunnel is where I need to be, but I cannot get there.
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
it’s not irrefutable
and yet it’s dazzling.
"Stepping Over Japanese Palisades" by Roberto “Juice” Hernandez
I staggered with a fuzzy mind and sore muscles
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
I hear faint singing coming from what seems like a few doors ahead of me and start making my way towards it. I peer into the open door
"Forgetting the Forgotten" by Priya Mehta
But, I can’t say it is; curiosity is the caller,
and we must answer the call of the body.
"When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman" by Victoria Walls
I am repeatedly drawn to thresholds.
The Kiln Project's Interview with Jennifer Moxley
I slowly make my way upstairs to find an equally large hallway in front of me.
"Forgetting the Forgotten" by Priya Mehta
I could cross the hallway if I ran, but if I ran I would have to do it twice. Over and over. I just knew that I had to.
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
I was exhausted and overcome
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
I was lost.
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
a scream and a crash
"Home Again, Home Again" by Shannon Boyle
I wasn’t safe either. Nothing made sense anymore.
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
I would then run as fast as I could
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
pound down the stairs and straight back out of the door we came in through. Running down the hill toward the car in the dark with one flashlight
"Home Again, Home Again" by Shannon Boyle
It began with the staircase. Each day approaching the stairs became a more difficult task. I just got stuck.
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
The white tile at the end of the staircase tunnel is where I need to be, but I cannot get there.
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
it’s not irrefutable
and yet it’s dazzling.
"Stepping Over Japanese Palisades" by Roberto “Juice” Hernandez
I staggered with a fuzzy mind and sore muscles
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
I hear faint singing coming from what seems like a few doors ahead of me and start making my way towards it. I peer into the open door
"Forgetting the Forgotten" by Priya Mehta
But, I can’t say it is; curiosity is the caller,
and we must answer the call of the body.
"When The Body Electric Sang to Us: A Conversation with Whitman" by Victoria Walls
I am repeatedly drawn to thresholds.
The Kiln Project's Interview with Jennifer Moxley
I slowly make my way upstairs to find an equally large hallway in front of me.
"Forgetting the Forgotten" by Priya Mehta
I could cross the hallway if I ran, but if I ran I would have to do it twice. Over and over. I just knew that I had to.
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
I was exhausted and overcome
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
I was lost.
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
a scream and a crash
"Home Again, Home Again" by Shannon Boyle
I wasn’t safe either. Nothing made sense anymore.
"My Mother, My Catalyst" by Sarah Haider
I would then run as fast as I could
"An Autumn of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" by Monica Kavanaugh
pound down the stairs and straight back out of the door we came in through. Running down the hill toward the car in the dark with one flashlight
"Home Again, Home Again" by Shannon Boyle