Breath & Shadow

Fall 2021
Volume 18, Issue 4

"After Watching the Skeleton Twins Together"

Written By

Zach Semel

Mother, please

let me explain:


it’s like eating frozen meals

zapped so hot that you could

lick the salt off the steam.

Pristine chicken nuggets

with a frosty sheen—

so quick, and all so much


simpler than defrosting

this week’s meat, a pan

on medium-high, seasoning

and oil, slicing off the fat


with squared knuckles to guard

and hands that don’t shake.

"Cheering For the Dinosaurs"

Written By

Jennifer Lee Rossman

I always cheered for the dinosaurs.


It probably concerned my parents, but they were the ones who thought Jurassic Park was an appropriate movie for a five-year-old in the first place.


We had the VHS, and I'm not sure how I didn't wear it out because I would watch it till the end, rewind it, and watch it again, multiple times a day. All the while cheering for the dinosaurs.


I don't think I really wanted anyone to get killed, although it was kind of funny when the lawyer got eaten on the toilet. I just really loved dinosaurs and wanted them to be happy, and if that meant they had to eat people, so be it.

"Children of the Sixth Mass Extinction"

Written By

Elizabeth Devine

When I was a child, I wished for a world without suffering. Or, if not that, then a world without humans.


I wasn’t forgiving or understanding of the complexities of my mentally developed but emotionally stunted species. Instead I felt a deep connection with the natural world around me. Maybe I was born a Buddhist, because even the thought of harming insects accidentally leaves me guilt-stricken and depressed.


I love to drive, but driving down a highway is excruciating. I count the bodies of deer, turtle, possum, raccoon, dogs, cats, and many others broken open on the side of the road, some fresh and splattered red and some just splintered bone with blackened flesh around it, in the process of fading to nothing. It’s a guarantee that I’ll see at least three before my drive has ended. The numbers aren’t good.


According to the Center for Biological Diversity, we lose dozens of species a day. The fragmented land and danger from the roadways is only one minor cause, but it’s a daily reminder.

"Dancing Along Fence Lines"

Written By

Terry Sanville

I’ll bet you never thought you’d feel that old at 20, even though you lived in a war zone that made all young men and women feel old. You couldn’t know you’d still be alive fifty-three years later, prosper, experience love, heartbreak, depression, crazy joy, success and abject failure – you know, all the things a full life throws at you. Because, while you lay shaken and face-up on a concrete floor with your spine losing all feeling, all you could imagine was darkness and despair

"Fatigue"

Written By

Tricia Johnson

Fatigue
There should be a better word
Something more descriptive
Tiredness that steals in mid-sip coffee and forces your head flat,

                                                                           on counter?

"How 'The Witches' Affected People with Limb Differences"

Written By

Denise Noe

People with visible disabilities often struggle with self-esteem. As children, they are frequently teased and bullied about their handicaps. The visibly disabled have basic problems of identity and identification as they rarely see people who look like them in the mainstream media. Journalist Cara Buckley reports that a study found that “less than 2 percent of characters with speaking parts in top movies from 2018 were disabled.”

"Leo’s Bite" and "Roar"

Written By

Veronica Ashenhurst

Enduring illness made me forget you,

as one might forget magenta.

Then I recalled your shoulder

undulating under sun

that seldom warms

my joints and indoor skin.


Storm huntress of blue

wildebeest and zebra, serene as baobab,

you held a dappled lion cub in your jaw.

I—childless—envied your wild motherhood:

the cub’s mouth searching

for your dark teat, and warmth.

"On Golden Sands"

Written By

K.G. Delmare

The mermaid washed ashore on a Sunday. Bridget was only aware of this because she had the time to comb the beach at all, as she had the day before. She might have assumed that she would have been excited about such a discovery, but in the situation’s reality a sort of businesslike efficiency took over. She lifted the creature from the shore, laid it over her lap, and wheeled her special beach chair off towards the house with what amounted to a perfectly calm speed.

"On Her Disability"

Written By

Jordyn Taylor

A young girl is left weak on her left side after an AVM (Arteriovenous Malformation) is found in her brain. At seven months old, she doesn’t know what’s going on. She can’t know why her arm twitches or why her parents look concerned whenever she clutches her arm to her chest. After the surgery that successfully removed the group of blood vessels from her head, she doesn’t yet know that her hand will be permanently altered and she will walk with a limp, the walking on her toes is just a phase.


At age one, she’s on TV, Good Morning America, but she won’t remember it nor care at the time. She walks around the stage, amazed by a pen, and waddles toward the audience to show them her amazing discovery. Her doctor sits by her parents and continues the interview, explaining the medical procedure that was done first on the girl toddling across the set, a technology that would go on to save thousands of kids. The girl doesn’t yet know that she was the first to get the procedure, and that whatever happened, there was always a possibility of death.

"Rubble"

Written By

C. A. Francis

People stare, then weep.

Gently, they place their hands on me,

I absorb their sorrow.

I remember them…

their boredom, laughter, and love.

Fright, terror, anger.

Acceptance.

"Surgery" and "Two Memorable Dawns"

Written By

Wesley D. Sims

One turning point

  is all it takes to take

    one road diverging.

      One day, one minute,

        one moment,

          is all you need

            to change your path.

"The Meaning of Silence"

Written By

Margaret McDonald

Hospitals smell like disinfectant and sadness. They’re all the things you aren’t. I jump up on your bed, too impatient to see you. I like pushing my face close to yours. I like seeing into your eyes. I like knowing that you know what I want to say without even having to say it.


You make a ‘mph’ noise of discomfort, but your eyes are bright even if your face isn’t. Your hand comes up like always and presses to my cheek. The bedsheets are scratchy. The wires are uncomfortable. I sleep curled against you.


When I wake, mum is pulling me away. I don’t want to leave, but I’m groggy. My bones feel numb, as if I’ve been given one of those wire-tubes right into my vein like you. Only instead of medicine I’ve been filled with cotton fluff.

"We Need To Talk About Mental Health

Written By

Liz Argall

Surprise! It's a comic!


Image descriptions coming soon.

New On The Bookshelf

Written By

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Check out three of the latest offerings by B and S contributors!