The Space Between Vertebrae
My hands grow cold and rigid. In those blue-tinged palms, I can see my future.
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Join NOW!My hands grow cold and rigid. In those blue-tinged palms, I can see my future.
...moreThis is what happens when I listen. I react.
...moreDrinking is the opposite of staying.
...moreSecrets are expectations passed down over silent years.
...moreMaybe the worst part about living with this is that it doesn’t leave me.
...moreSomething about the twangy banjo and the melancholy vocals just made me feel less alone. And I hated being alone.
...moreWhat would you give to be happy, fun, anxiety-free? Would you give your soul? This is the question Deirdre Coyle asks in her story “Fun Person,” up at Hobart this week. The story opens with the narrator vomiting on the sidewalk outside of a bar, but not for the obvious reasons one might vomit in […]
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