[First place winner of the Synapse Storytelling Contest Fiction category.] I knew something was off when I woke up. I...
Unfairly Adjudicated: Onward We March
We’re not destined for defeat; thus is the song of our warriors! Proud in our minority skins, such is a...
Increasing Access Through Telehealth: A Call to Action
The alarm rings: its 5am, and a new day begins But I’ve already been awake from the pain in my...
Loneliness in the Laboratory
Once upon a time, in the bustling metropolis of Urbanville, there lived a remarkable young man named Mike.
First place winner of the Synapse Storytelling Contest for poetry.
Reflections on the Past — Colorism, Self-Doubt, and Resiliency
Clinton is a small town with around 25,000 people. It is around 53% White and 40% Black, a pretty good...
if & when I am no longer mortal
you should know birth is not quiet. i want you to feel it.
Our first visit nearly brings you to tears. I hand you a diabetes diagnosis. One full point too high on...