We’re all human. Oh, we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. Honor comes easy then. Yet sooner or later in every man’s life there comes a day when it is not easy, a day when he must choose. — Master Aemon Targaryen

When I first read…


Trigger warning: violent content

If you looked down to assess your new patient and locked eyes with someone who had brutally attacked you just months prior, what would you do?

I’ve been wondering about that, day dreaming really, and I keep coming back to — save them, and with a…

Society’s structures do not shelter the homeless from the perpetual pain it provides as punishment for, wait, for what again?

My mind hates to accept they exist,
My brain knows but my heart resists

I want to believe this reality is a fallacy and while at times we make progress…

Photo by Manos Gkikas

I love the liberation that comes with the exit of an abusive situation. It’s a silver lining of the pain I suppose. And I know, as do all you others who’ve experienced abuse in an intimate relationship, it’s terrifying, confusing, and abhorrent. But isn’t finding yourself again beautiful and brave…

Haiku Series

By godbamn

I read then I sift
through poetry collected,
curated, then burned

for using my words,
arousing without consent
the gutteral pain

from graves bolted down
by your hands but my purpose
full spaces from you

are still not enough
to house the compressed ashes
of contrived fires

so I dive…

By artmim

I was not where I claimed to be?
Did you really just say that to me?

Am I where?

I am indeed wherever I am, so yes, I guess?

I’m not sure what you are asking me.
Please be more specific.
I’m all ears.

But you didn’t mean for…

By JenkoAtaman

I remember it so vividly, which is odd considering how little color I saw that day. It was a cumulative event, which is strange because it was unveiled so suddenly to me.

This day was like the trip you spent years dreaming, months planning, and weeks packing for. This day…

By Kertu

My tattoos don’t have ink, but they aid me more than you may think because I look at them and I remember that days may get dark, but we’ll never part, please forgive my doubt, my dear depression

Please tell me you’ll let us take walks down the block and…

Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

I’ve heard the argument that writing under a pseudonym makes an author’s work less valuable, less authentic, less vulnerable. …

Juliette Roanoke

Mom. Neuro, critical care, and home health infusion registered nurse. Mental health combatant. Social justice seeker. Reach out: julietteroanoke@gmail.com

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