The Lorikeet
By Ann Rosenthal The wild lorikeet sits on the branch outside the library. I read its colors like the gaudy cover of a book. It’s not a native bird. An …
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Straighten Up, Girl
By MacKenzie Dexter When I was fourteen, my spine was pinned with twenty-two screws and pinched with two ten-inch rods to correct my scoliosis that had curved my body at …
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Learning to Cope with Hearing Loss
I lived with my disability for five years before I found it existed. The comments started in high school. When I was in class and a friend would have to …
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Equifinality
By Sarah Boon I have a three-inch scar on my left forearm, winding thin and white across my yellow-brown skin. The dog who gave it to me, with his childlike …
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