CHIROPRACTOR
It was 1969. Atlanta Georgia. The ER doctor leaned close and asked, “Are you sure you didn’t do anything to cause this?” Through my anesthesia, I mumbled no, but he knew I was lying. No one showed up … Continue reading CHIROPRACTOR
It was 1969. Atlanta Georgia. The ER doctor leaned close and asked, “Are you sure you didn’t do anything to cause this?” Through my anesthesia, I mumbled no, but he knew I was lying. No one showed up … Continue reading CHIROPRACTOR
A poetic memoir by Joanell Serra. Continue reading June 2022 MoonBite: Making Amends
Condensation gathers along the windows, and giant teardrops slide down the pane. The air inside sweats heavily, leaving its imprint on our booth seats and the table. I have this habit of tucking my hands underneath my thighs when I’m … Continue reading Not Me