We have amazing news! We are now a registered non-profit magazine! Why you may ask? One reason: we want to give back. We aren’t in this to make loads of money. We just want to sustain and grow this wonderful momentum and that includes helping the beautiful writing and mental health communities who have welcomed
I let a mosquito suck me dry. It started in the most unspectacular way possible. I sat at my desk, as I did most evenings; suspended over an unfinished sentence. I let my hand come to rest at the end of the page after violently scraping my pencil across a line of my own words.
People experience depression differently. Some people have the energy to carry on daily activities while others can’t even manage to get out of bed or home. I’m the latter. I will lie still in bed, or on other surfaces for hours and stare at whatever that is close to me. Things seem enlarged and more
I am jealous of Sleeping Beauty, because she gets to Sleep forever. She can Bypass the dreaded Small Talk that comes with existing. She can Ignore the Social Cues and Vocal Inflections that tell me I am Wrong. She gets to spend her days Living in a fantasy. One where she is the Main Character.
WE’RE ACCEPTING SUBMISSIONS FROM NOVEMBER 1, 2018 12:00 AM (EST) TO DECEMBER 15, 2018 11:59 PM (EST)! We are looking for insightful and unique personal essays and non-fiction pieces for website publication (1,000 to 2,000). Don’t forget – mental health related! SUBMIT HERE! We are, unfortunately, charging a $6.00 CDN fee to submit. We’re so
Paul Edward Costa has published over fifty stories, articles, and poems in periodicals such as Aphelion: The Webzine of Science Fiction and Fantasy, Gyroscope Review, and Entropy Magazine. His novella Dark Magic on the Edge of Town is available on Amazon from Paperback-Press. Follow Paul: @paul_e_costa and https://m.facebook.com/PaulEdwardCosta/
When you grow up in a hurricane there is no calm in the eye of a storm. Silence descends, it blankets, but you – you are still a creature of fine-tuned muscles from navigating gale force winds. Though the breeze is as gentle as the sigh of a summer night, you’ll walk with a shoulder-hunched