Breast Cancer

Dear Cancer, Thank You for Helping Me Find Myself

by Niya Kight June 3, 2022

Dear Breast Cancer,

Thank you.

Thank you for helping me find myself.
Thank you for releasing toxicity in my life.
Thank you for restoring my smile.
Thank you for forcing me to set boundaries.


Dear Cancer, I Never Expected You

by Anna Bledsoe

Dear Cancer,

Before meeting you, I was so distracted. I lived such an unintentional life, carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I didn’t know how to forgive. I was consumed with bitterness and annoyance at everything in me and around me.


The Only Way out is Through

by Jen Donovan May 18, 2022

I was 20 years old and in college when the terrorist attacks of 9/11 took place. I remember watching an interview in the months following in which a survivor from one of the twin towers talked openly about how guilty she felt for surviving. And I didn’t understand.


Conservation of Matter

by Madeline Bennett May 16, 2022

Oh to have a body
Messy, beautiful
Fluid and dust and stars sewn up
In the breakable harmony of our organisms


Things I’d Want You to Know

by Jenny Leon May 5, 2022

Dear Younger Self,

Things I’d want to know: you will have a son then a daughter. Both will have your luscious, loose brown curls and wide eyes wrapped in blankets of long, black lashes. Sometimes you will look at them and think “I would, literally, withstand anything for you.” And you will.


Love and a Higher Power

by Yahira Torres April 29, 2022

Content/Trigger Warning: Sexual Harassment. Does a higher power exist? I believe so and always have. Although, throughout my life, I have had a hard time connecting with it.


Night Vision

by Madeline Bennett April 26, 2022

Some years are a dark tunnel / claustrophobic with exhaust / Some, an open field / the biggest sky and the slightest breeze / And I suspect some years / fall somewhere in between / But my memory lately / is of the extremes


Let Your Grief Help You Find the Light

by Lisa Orr April 12, 2022

“People talk about grief as emptiness, but it’s not empty. It’s full. Heavy. Not an absence to fill. A weight to pull. Your skin caught on hooks chained to rough boulders made of all the futures you thought you’d have.”


Business As Unusual

by Madeline Bennett April 5, 2022

It is hard to resume
business as usual
when you’ve watched the clock’s hand
move toward midnight
as flesh


Fear as a Moat, God as My Fortress

by Erin Perkins March 15, 2022

This week, on July 9th, I’ll go for my 16th and final round of intravenous chemotherapy. I’m praying to the God I believe hears us, and asking that this is the last one I ever have to do intravenously, but also hopefully, at all.