Category: Sarah Chack
-
An Ode To Roadkill
Written by Sarah Chack Art by Hadley-Rae Balmes There was another dead animal in the road this morning. Two more appeared on the way home from my last day of student teaching. Maybe it’s the arrival of spring and the melting of the salt-filled road slush that’s drawn out the…
-
New York Pizza: Rat-Sized Bites
Poem by Sarah Chack Art by Seven Descheneaux A yellow line confines us to this place, keeps our feet racing across the cracks in the pavement; these are the ley lines of a small world, newly founded magic borders that not even the strongest of us dare to cross. We…
-
Lambskin
Poem by Sarah Chack Art by Lillian Anderson TW: Gore Her skin is stretched too tightly; she feels it reaching its breaking point as it strains to hold itself together over bones that are soon to be dust-bound, pounded by time. The flesh pulls itself taught, elongates until it becomes…
-
The Art of Kintsugi as Survival: Stillbirth
Poem by Sarah Chack Art by Lillian Anderson A baby was removed from its mother last night. Its unformed, bird-like, bone fingers grappled for something to hold onto as it wailed and weeped, burrowed deeper into the flesh of her womb: a dying leech, a lost treasure, failure of a…
-
On Joan Didion
Written by Sarah Chack Art by Seven Descheneaux I am eighteen the first time I read Joan Didion’s words and think that I understand them. Freshly graduated, I stand in the backyard of my aunt’s house; my cap and gown are thrown on haphazardly, my clothes smell like the inside…
-
It Ends With Colleen Hoover
Written by Sarah Chack Art by Greta Scheff The shelves are packed with books from Suzanne Collins to Jane Austen. The library is nearly empty; the only noise comes from a collection of high school seniors that idle in one of the aisles, killing time between their classes. They huddle…
-
The Weight of a Daughter’s Body
Written by Sarah Chack Art by Julian Dindal I was ten the first time I realized my mother wouldn’t look me in the eye, not directly, not purposefully: a two way mirror that had, now, become one way. Sitting on her bed, halfway between child and adult, a weight that…
You must be logged in to post a comment.