A story of childhood trauma by Alexis Scarbro We moved to the middle of nowhere in Powassin, Ontario, Canada when I was six years old. Dad said we’d like it, we could drive to the dump nearby on Fridays, and watch the bears eat the garbage. We had land to explore all around us, and …
When I was a child, they didn’t tell me that my body is part of the earth; that it is a machine, literally. It creates a lubrication to keep its parts from burning up, uses data for processing and stores it like a computer, and runs on broken and functioning loops. Cartoons surely never …
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Seems redundant, might I say even merciless to see someone experiencing pain… I mean, imagine, a war so terrible someone has been harmed and you cannot see the bruising yet –do you say to them, “Get up! You’re not hurt. This isn’t even that bad! You’re really bringing me down, I’m ashamed of you. How …
The past four weeks have been dunking me. I’m stepping into college again, working away at that degree. It’s nearly mine. I’m taking one course that’s kicking my ass in a good way. It’s Non-Fiction Creative Writing. I took it on a whim right at the last moment because my counselor suggested I wrap up …
