Sisters on a Train, Ache Magazine
My sister has just had her third heart surgery. She had come from the hospital with my father, who needed to fly off immediately for business. I was to be her chaperone. I had arrived quite early in the morning to meet them at the Toronto Union Station to take charge of my sister. She could not travel by air—the pressure would be dangerous to her lungs, one of which had collapsed during the surgery.

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Cut You Open, Arc Poetry Magazine
When I was twelve-years-old, I became a cutter. Becoming a cutter is easy. It doesn't require any special skill sets, only a knowledge that one can use their body as an instrument for blood.

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Death Cult, cripple
In many ways, feeling suicidal feels like a horror movie: something that is not-me is coming for me, and there's no real motive, only that someone needs to die.

Heart-Centered Beings, originally published in SYMS
I arrived at horses almost as a last resort. I disliked traditional talk therapy, and harboured a general distrust of counsellors. Besides, I already knew what my problems were, and talking through them was pointless. Maybe animals, not people, could help me.

Companions & Earthbound: New writing on disability, animals, and Earth, Painwise

Process of making disabled!, CJDS