A grinning skull and swirling spectral phantoms plunge you into a chilling exploration of trauma and memory.
A grinning skull and swirling spectral phantoms plunge you into a chilling exploration of trauma and memory.
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What if depression wasn’t a feeling, but a person? In Episode 4 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind podcast, “My Depression and I,” Kiana Jimenez writes her depression as a possessive lover — one who has started seeing other people, who consumes everyone she touches, and who always, always finds her way back home. It’s about…
Grandpa’s recliner had a way of swallowing everyone who dared to sit in it — and keeping whatever they left behind. It’s a funny, tender little tribute to the chair that held our crumbs, our laughter, and a whole family’s memories.
October asks harder questions than the summer did. Issue #3 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “The Thing I Am When I Rise,” is Kiana Jimenez writing through the season anyway — a reflection on the mind’s old negotiations with the dark, and a poem written just for the issue about being the storm and…
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