Every publication has a place for unfinished thoughts.
Not unfinished because they lack substance.
Unfinished because they're still unfolding.
Some ideas arrive as essays.
Others arrive as a sentence scribbled in the margin, a question that refuses to leave, or an observat…
Trauma doesn’t ask for our permission before it rips through our lives. It doesn’t arrive neatly packaged or leave us with an instruction manual. It’s messy. It’s raw. And it demands to be witnessed; not fixed, not…