Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Pride.
Fluidity
I waver, then stand still. Breathing in the whiteness. Praying for hope and motivation to move. I saw you yesterday and sensed you loved me and today… I’m alone and yearning. I saw my past, the trauma, the preacher and the punisher. I dreamt I was a boy and asked God if I still would fatefully have been hurt this way. Later in life I knew I would have. Memories melting, turning intrinsically violent, shadowing the truth. Still I love. Clumsily, carelessly caress the ones that hurt me. I’ve given my soul for the smallest gifts of light. As a child I silently asked my mother to protect my innocence, glimpsed briefly into the depths of her oceanic eyes. Pain. Spatial. Spiritual. To feel loved is penetrating…..priceless.
By Christina Barkeloo 4 years ago in Pride
GLOSSOLALIA
Glossolalia In retrospect, it was almost like a scene out of “One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s nest.” The karaoke machine had been brought in to help with the patients’ anxiety and everyone was encouraged to sing. Many of the regular ‘day room’ crew refused, but there were some folks that wanted to hear a song and just not sing along. I sat in the corner; well actually, I stood in the corner and listened and waited.
By Brad Schoeneman4 years ago in Pride










