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My Inheritance
I look in the mirror and see my mother. I see her in my gestures too— the disorder she passed down, or a few. She taught me hatred. Not toward other people—never. She taught…
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8/29
People rarely understand. That in itself can be off-putting, almost alienating. But I’ve learned that if I don’t make light of my own situation, its weight threatens to squash me flat—just like the ants…
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Carnal Communion
— by Janie Lyvon I sink to the cool stone nave, knees bruised, palms spread— an unlit votive waiting for the ember kept behind His teeth. Incense of dusk spirals, …
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bipolar personality disorder
– by Janie Lyvon Heavy topics like substance abuse, addiction, suicidal thoughts and ideation, and mental health struggles carry a trigger warning in this revised journal entry about my struggles as a bipolar person.…
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Grief & Bad Habits
Tell me, child, why do you betray yourself for grief? You choose to learn nothing in its hasty wake. Is it your desire to self-destruct? Or were you simply looking for that excuse to…
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The Motel Bathtub
One of my earliest life memories is of hastily leaving my childhood home after my siblings returned from school. Our mother was in a manic state. “Where are we going?” I remember asking—or perhaps…
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Tame Thy Tongue
Poem by Janie Lyvon Love allotted by the purest of heartcannot be deemed a mere sin.For is love not seen to be genderlessas the very soul dwelling in our mortal vessel?Who is a meager…
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Quote,
Each mind is a mosaic of mental scars that are at once both exposed and invisible. The most profound depictions can convey a wealth of information in the pauses between sentences, yet many of…
Janie Lyvon 