Posted by PrachyaReview | Sep 1, 2019 | Poetry |
Pieta I have become utterly numb. My skin has hardened to cement, a statuesque shell of dissociation. Blood streaks my skin, and bruises blossom, but no pain can get in. This cocoon has petrified itself around me, solidifying...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Story |
At the sound of a motorcycle roaring, Laura Hapley moves the curtain aside and looks out the window. Instead of passing by, the machine stops. A tall person dressed all in black swings their legs off and gently places their...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Story |
“Today’s topic is relationships,” I announced to the group of ten or so patients at the Bright Haven Psychiatric Center. They were either sleeping or talking among themselves. Very few had enough focus to be able to look at me...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Story |
All stories are not dramatic. Some, in fact quite a number of them, arise out of simple day to day life and situations that force a noble heart to take up an uncharted course. We sing paeans to the heroes under the limelight and...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 31, 2019 | Memoir |
Mother did not know she was pregnant with me until I crowned in the car as Father rushed her to the hospital. It was a family secret until her confession to my sister Bridget, several years before she died. Bridget kept...
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