coping
Life presents variables; learning how to cope in order to master, minimize, or tolerate what has come to pass.
When the Cable Snaps. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
The elevator rises slowly, as it has been for almost a decade. It started at the bottom and has lifted upwards, stopping at several floors along the way. The elevator continues its journey to the top, only you’re not sure if you want to get there. You contemplate your ascent, weighing your options.
By Alyssa Musso9 months ago in Psyche
The Local Catch Of The Day
It was once believed in a province protected by a polished rainbow arch, giants roamed the suburbs, but inside the hilly concrete city a small meek royal character Forty-Niner Francisco resided counting discovered legal tender, captured streaming the local waterways.
By Marc OBrien9 months ago in Psyche
It's March 25. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge.
I still think about Giuseppe every day. It’s March 25 and I catch myself staring out the window - in a trance - never sure for how long or what I was looking for. Spring has started to reveal himself, provocatively - though my desire seems frozen inside the 25 kisses G used to leave on my sleepy forehead before catching the metro; a morning person to my night owl, compatible only through dialectical juxtaposition, cosmically at odds. I’ve learned to relinquish my daze to Spring, an act of supplication to lead the escape from Winter and all the heartbreak we bore with the cold, infamous for keeping dead organs alive.
By Aaron Calloway9 months ago in Psyche
Trapped in Silence: How Writing Freed Me—and My Late Grandmother
She sat beside me at the Thanksgiving table. Her hands reached for the mashed potatoes. She carefully picked out only the white meat from the plate of turkey, laid it neatly on her plate, and poured my mom’s homemade gravy on top. Her white cardigan was buttoned just right. Her hair was curled in the way it had been when I was a child— back when she would get it permed, before she lost her hair to breast cancer. Her body breathed, blinked, swallowed. Everything about her looked like her.
By Hannah Hess9 months ago in Psyche
The Shape of Unbecoming
Blankness. All I felt was a moment of blank, muffled dissociation. Like one of those war scenes in a movie—an explosion goes off, and while the battle rages in chaos around the main character, they stand dumbfounded in shock, hearing only the vague ringing in their head.
By Jesse Struble9 months ago in Psyche








