As he thought back to what had happened, Peter felt a surge of guilt needling its way through his skin, but he attempted to stifle it as best he could. It was his fault, he knew that, there was no denying it.
Instagram Deprivation: How is that going?
Just the title sounds a bit like I’m keeping something essential from myself; you hear “sleep deprivation” but not Instagram deprivation, right? How essential can this be in our everyday life to call it that? Well, let me tell you a bit more.
Chief Editor’s Note: Limits of Empathy in the Face of a Pandemic
The COVID-19 pandemic has made me angry, selfish and petty. On the other hand, I’ve learned to appreciate things around me in a way I never used to appreciate before. Here are some thoughts on the changes I’ve gone through during this pandemic.
When Different Turns Toxic
Have you miniaturized other’s self-expression? Do you find yourself affected by others’ uniqueness? Perhaps a change in perspective is all you need to shake those bad spirits.
God is a Rock in the Bottom of a Pond
This poem explores how the enigmatic, uninterested environment seems deaf to give answers to the afflicted spirit.
About Painting and Artistring
Walk into the mind of an artist with this found poem: what is it like to paint others? Or to write about them? What remains inaccessible to artists?