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Breath & Shadow

A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature

Winter 2017

Volume 14 Issue 1

 

 

Breath and Shadow
Winter 2017
Volume 14 Issue 1



Just Released!
The book cover shows a dozen eggs and is an anthology of a dozen years of Breath and Shadow writing

Dozen by Chris Kuell,
editor of Breath and Shadow, the first anthology of pieces from Breath and Shadow.

Paint By Frances Koziar



It would be easier if people were only one colour

Sapphire, say, or emerald

If they let you name them, fix them

into place, rather than hiding

in a spectrum of deceit...



Click here to read Frances’s poem

Life Cycle By Emery Ross



She thinks she is in Love, so she does what any intelligent person might do and sits down with Love to explain why it’s not welcome in her life.

Love ignores her reasoning, so she turns to science.


Google searches


How to stop being in love”


How to stop thinking about someone”


Love poems”


Love and science”


Psychology and love”


Love”


Lovesickness”



Click here to read Emery’s story


Lover’s Embrace By Frida Mehtala



I wanted your words to be true. Wouldn't see beneath the surface for fear of what I would find. But nothing hurts more deeply than a false truth...



Click here to read Frida’s poem


Stray By Rachael Z. Ikins



"I'm sorry for your loss." I said. "The way you talk about him, I had no idea he was gone."


My friend, Cindy, straightened a doll's dress on a display shelf in her shop in the basement of the house she and her husband had built.


I hate it myself when someone asks the inevitable question, "Do you have children?" and if not, " How sad I am for you."


I'm sorry I do not. Now here is a woman who had a boy for 25 years, only to lose him.



Click here to read Rachael’s creative non-fiction

Short Curve II By Marlena Chertock



Hidden in this body

are a 50-year-old’s bones.

The joints sound like tree branches

in an ice storm...



Click here to read Marlena’s poem


Lost and Found By Edward M. Turner



"I can't do it."


The face on the computer screen looked worried.


"Now don't shut me off, Edward, whatever you do. Let's talk about this."


The old man ran his fingers through his hair, making the gray ends stand up like ruffled feathers. A crescent moon shone in through a window.


"Damn it all to hell in a hand-basket. I've lost it and it's not coming back. What's the use?"


"I wouldn't say that. Just relate what you think. I'll record it like always. Try and see."


"I HAVE!" he shouted.



Click here to read Ed’s story








Stuff My Non-Verbal Brother Says, Childless, Hormonal College Girls at a Baby Shower By Alyssa Radtke



I lost the ability to convincingly imitate my brother's various vocalizations since his voice dropped. He has a deep man voice; I'm an alto and sound like five-year-old him, at best.


Smiling "Rawrs" while looking in your direction, rising in intonation as you near

I like the noise you're making, clanking down the hall.

Tornado siren shouts at 11:05 on a Sunday Hurry up, Pastor, you're running long…



Click here to read Alyssa’s poems








Roller Derby Debates By Rick Blum



The parking lot is sparsely inhabited, though the handicapped spaces are already half full. We meet here most Saturday mornings before the onslaught of eager shoppers starts to clog the hallways of this sprawling, climate-controlled, mini-metropolis. In titanium-lightened wheelchairs and battery-powered transporters, we embark on a scripted journey, trying to enjoy dwindling scraps of independence before chronic diseases rob us of even this limited exercise of freedom.



Click here to read Rick’s essay







Off The Cuff By Denise Noe



The remark

Breathing

Stopped

Muscles

Tighten

Nerves

Curled…



Click here to read Denise’s poem







The Dilemmas of Body Integrity Identity Disorder By Denise Noe



To many who live with disabilities, a cure is a cherished dream. To almost anyone, the idea that someone would want a disability seems perverse. People automatically react with the colloquially dismissive term “crazy” to the concept of an able-bodied individual seeking a physical handicap. Yet such people exist and their condition has a name: Body Integrity Identity Disorder (BIID).



Click here to read Denise’s article





Old-Fashioned Sex By Kelley A Pasmanick



It was my sister’s wedding day, and you were who I was thinking about, imagining what could have been, the worst kind of daydream. Standing there beside her in the first piece of formal wear I’d ever owned—a black strapless gown because she was going for the classic, black-tie look—I stared at her, assessing the look in her eyes. It was a look I’d never seen before, one that said my future is here. Here wasn’t a place I’d ever be. Not with you. I wouldn’t have a future with you. I wouldn’t have anything with you. There was no us.


I was trying to ignore the fact that it was another day focused on her. It was just another day, and yet it was the day. It was her prerogative to say to Mom oh so audibly, “I don’t want her crutches showing in the pictures!”



Click here to read Kelley’s story









My Catahoula Is Gone, Friday Night Dance at a Private Sanitarium By Douglas May



the day after she died

i searched for the spot

where the winter rye

still lay flattened

by the weight of her body…



Click here to read Doug’s poems
















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