Porridge

The View from Here – Lettie Mckie

A version of this piece first appeared on Trampset In April, the reality of the pandemic fades into the background as my family deals with our own internal crisis. The house is in Kemsing, a southern English village in the Kent countryside. It is nestled on the slopes of the North Downs, a range of…

My Unsung Sheroes – Susan Moon

Just a spoonful satisfyingly sears on the way down, tickling all the microvilli on its magic school bus trip through the body. A taste so tangy, a flavor so fearless. Anything but diluted, the way I’d always told myself to be.

ONE POEM – Rose Foran

I saw them. In the mind’s eye.
A vision once obscured, then clarified.

VIDEO: 2020aliveness – Maggz

‘where reality and subconsciousness overlap and everything blends.’

ONE POEM – Jhilam Chattaraj

Cubed potatoes, sliced onions—their oil bath
followed by a tender sauna.

ONE POEM – Imogen Osborne

We return to find
the magnolia still
bruising itself into blossom.

SHORT STORY – Annie Dobson

Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.

ONE POEM – Bradley David

Then to discover we both go
first for that old chipped blue soup bowl

Is that love?

Some observations concerning the desirability of a new paradigm for medicine

We physicians have never had a clearly defined mission. That mattered less when expectations were lower and we could do less. Now though, the reigning paradigm is grounded in basic science, excessively confident, inpatient-centric, and broadly focused on treatment of symptoms and signs, on diagnosis and therapy. The development of a new medical paradigm seems…

The Piano Man – Frances Green

That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.

ONE POEM – Denisa Vítová

I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.

In Time I Find Strength, in Time I Get Caught in the Memories of Food – Hamnah Khan

In Time I Find Strength, in Time I Get Caught in the Memories of Food There had been a time when I had been told that if I had to go through the most important events in my life I would remember only a mere hour of them, all of them painfully squished against each…