A Poem by Marissa Padilla When she kissed him on the cheek that night, he was taken aback by how much it stung. Her lips, while warm and passionate in their task, lacked a certain emotional attachment that he now realized had been taken for granted all those years.When she asked if she could kiss…
A Short Story by Marissa Padilla The day Fiona moved out of their shared apartment, her partner—ex-partner—was the only person to help her move. “It really is the least I can do, since you’re basically giving me a desirable rent-controlled apartment and all,” he said as they maneuvered a red armchair into the elevator. Fiona…
Like many creatives, I suffer from mental illness. My particular flavor is Bipolar Disorder. While I have been lucky enough to finally find effective medications to treat my debilitating mood swings, there are still times when I want to rot away in bed or jump out of a goddamn window. Unfortunately, no treatment is perfect. …