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Thank You
I have been open about how my mother’s death has affected me since it happened in July. I have shown how depressed it has made me, how disoriented it has made, and how, in an odd way, it has made me stronger. Through mostly my poetry and at least one piece of fiction, I have laid my heart bare for everyone to see—and, for the most part, you have all been very receptive to it. You have made me feel accepted and loved in a way that I have not felt from a community in a long time. And for that, I want to tell you all, thank you.
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Humans
The Ritual of Bones. Winner in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
I have a pile of bones in my freezer, just a small one right now but it will grow. Winter comes like a seizure in Scotland; first the mellow summer starts to chill, then the morning air starts to smell of wet rot, and all of a sudden some of the nights and dawns are shockingly cold. Biting cold. It passes over and heat seeps back in. Then it comes again; fits of cold... And when the grass crunches underfoot every morning for a week and the sun doesn't rise until I'm on the bus to work I know its time to collect bones.
By S. A. Crawford6 months ago in Humans
What I Learned From Interviewing My Exes
Summer 2025 - The summer that changed it all. I had a mental breakdown and decided to start writing again. My first order of business was to sit down with a bunch of my exes. I asked them a number of questions about our past.
By Gail Fredricks6 months ago in Humans
When Your Friends Abandon You In Your Grief
I recently wrote about how a friend of mine ‘ghosted’ me after my mother died. She was one of my closest friends for a long time. We supported each other through our creative endeavours, we bonded over our favorite films, we had cocktails, coffee and afternoon tea at least once a month, if not once a week, and we even did a project together that we were both extremely proud of. When my mother was diagnosed with cancer, Claire was there for me. When my mother died, she wasn’t.
By Carol Saint Martin6 months ago in Humans
