In Saying Goodbye: A Father's Last Minute Parting Gift to His Son, I channel the moments I remember from the night before my mother died.
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- Bodily Autonomy Special Issue, 2022-23
- Celebrating Dr. Patricia Leavy's Social Fiction 2024
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- Laughter Special Issue, 2023
- Queer Special Issue, 2023-24
- Volume 1, Issue 1 (2021)
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I write out of the consciousness that I am both a product of the violence of war and a migratory being—not only in the strictest sense of physical displacement, but also in belonging.
"I called out the demons one by one. I named them. I gave them precise blocking and ultimately, I controlled where they stood, breathed, and bourréed. I gave them an entrance, and a stage, and then I sent them away."
"How universal homesickness is, even for those who didn’t come from the best homes; these salmon came from Concrete, Washington, and they still fight like hell to come back every single year."
"Horse, Therapy is a story of my own experience and is a commentary on trauma, both in animals and humans."
Gratitude is a recurring theme I hear from readers of Patricia Leavy’s social fiction. This is an essay about Patricia Leavy novels.
"My stories are meant to give women from Bangladesh a chance to show their strength and resilience. It is a way for me to try to connect with the rest of the world despite the differences in language and culture."
"My parents drank wine with dinner every night. There’s nothing remarkable about that, but to a kid growing up in Mid-Missouri it was weird."
Today we're talking with the award-winning author, researcher, and performer, Shanita Mitchell about performance and autoethnography.
“Woken Word” was born as my inner voice was awakening and the world, ironically was becoming “woke” while simultaneously retreating into isolation.
Within the context of this poem, I tried to explain what was happening to my body because of SLE and what I was thinking.
My poem “Week After” explores my experience with assault, rape, and emotional abuse in a year and a half long relationship with an older man.