When Black Lives Matter first developed as an organized movement in 2013, I wasn’t involved as I should have been. I was silent, a sin of omission just as devastating as the racist rhetoric I stopped my ears to. It took seven years and countless murdered lives for me to…

Illustration by Nate Kitch

I sit alone and hollow-eyed, taking in the silence of the room before having to explain myself. The nurse putters around taking vitals and making small talk of my sweater. She asks questions requiring monosyllabic answers until she arrives at the one I most dread. “So what brings you in…

Last night I dreamt of snakes. It is a common theme of my subconscious, occurring whenever I am on the precipice of some great change. For years I dreamt of them chasing me down abandoned streets, awakening only as one sunk its fangs into an ankle or arm. This time…

S.K. Munday

S.K. Munday is a writer and educator living in the Pacific Northwest with her husband. She holds a Master of Arts in English from Arizona State University.

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