Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Psyche.
Renounce THEM All
"Never forget who you are," said Mom. "How could I?" I groaned. And yet, during two very unrelated times in my life I had done just that- totally forgotten, no even forsaken, who I truly am and who my family is. And yet, I was never embarrassed, nor ashamed directly of my past or upbringing. It was so much weirder than that. On these separate occasions I had managed to build a lifestyle around a myth, the myth of my "Positionality." Yep, that was THE term as I had learned it in college. What it meant to me then and what it means to me another 20 years later, those are complicated stories, indeed.
By cora lynnish5 years ago in Psyche
Goodbye Kerry
I have been catching up with a ‘colleague’ for about two years now. We meet every Tuesday or Wednesday. At first, it was for a walk around the park with a coconut and lychee smoothie, then it became over a coffee. Now we grab a lunch during our weekly get-togethers. There are texts here and there, but we see each other weekly – always ‘face to face.’
By Pauline Fountain5 years ago in Psyche
How You Can Be So Right and So Wrong at the Same Time
I’m in the midst of a painful “ah-ha” moment. It’s one of those times when I’m forced to admit that I’m not always as nice as I should be. The good thing about this is that I can change. The bad thing is, I’m not sure I will, but I intend to try. Here’s what’s going on.
By Denise Shelton5 years ago in Psyche
high-ly sensitive
Hi, High, I am sensitive. I am high from sensing. High, I am up and I am down. Hi, I am down then I am up. I am everywhere in between and yet no where at all. High I am highly sensitive. Hello, see that vibration over there ? Hello, can you smell that color? Hello did you notice the blue wave of your hand? As it rippled from your skin into the blue ocean ? Did you forget to travel with your legs while you took a trip across the parking lot, forgetting your keys while you were dreaming about infinity? Did the night become day in your head yet your body stands in line at the mundane? Maybe the mundance? The dance of being both ethereal and visceral. Both here and there. a soul meeting a body? Did clouds come over you this morning? And you’re trying to burn off the fog because you love the light but the dark-- it persists.
By Maeve Wave5 years ago in Psyche
The Ritual of Reading Cards
As I cut away the burnt bits of sage with my scissors, ash and dust falling into the bin, I begin to cleanse my space. With new twigs revealed, I flick on my lighter and watch as the flames turn the dried herbs into wispy wands of smoke, clearing the energy of the space where I will carry out my craft.
By Nati Saednejad5 years ago in Psyche
