Poetry: Echelons of Autism
Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
I can’t tell them it’s all right, but I can be with them. I am still strong, and I will never forget the green, and the wind from the high places. —This is when I am—
What exactly is executive (dys)function, and what does it look like in everyday life? A hopeful exploration for autistics and ADHDers.
What are we really saying when we say, “Oh well,” “nevermind,” “I can do without it,” or “forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.
An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.
An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.
Feel my gazeas a wild thing’s nearby attention—when you meet it, be gentle.My burrow is close,to hide me from sudden strangers.See my face as stone:harsh,
A powerful poem about imagination, the value of solitude, the experience of nature, and the separation between an autistic and the rest of society.
“I have seen the shadow of doubt, and I went out and bought a floodlight with extra batteries.”
Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
I can’t tell them it’s all right, but I can be with them. I am still strong, and I will never forget the green, and the wind from the high places. —This is when I am—
What exactly is executive (dys)function, and what does it look like in everyday life? A hopeful exploration for autistics and ADHDers.
What are we really saying when we say, “Oh well,” “nevermind,” “I can do without it,” or “forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.
An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.
An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.
Feel my gazeas a wild thing’s nearby attention—when you meet it, be gentle.My burrow is close,to hide me from sudden strangers.See my face as stone:harsh,
A powerful poem about imagination, the value of solitude, the experience of nature, and the separation between an autistic and the rest of society.
“I have seen the shadow of doubt, and I went out and bought a floodlight with extra batteries.”
Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
I can’t tell them it’s all right, but I can be with them. I am still strong, and I will never forget the green, and the wind from the high places. —This is when I am—
What exactly is executive (dys)function, and what does it look like in everyday life? A hopeful exploration for autistics and ADHDers.
What are we really saying when we say, “Oh well,” “nevermind,” “I can do without it,” or “forget I ever mentioned it. A poetic exploration.
An autistic exploration of the sounds of the world in the form of a humorous sestina, a type of poem that follows a pattern of repetition.
An autistic marauder finds more than contentment in nature.
Feel my gazeas a wild thing’s nearby attention—when you meet it, be gentle.My burrow is close,to hide me from sudden strangers.See my face as stone:harsh,
A powerful poem about imagination, the value of solitude, the experience of nature, and the separation between an autistic and the rest of society.
“I have seen the shadow of doubt, and I went out and bought a floodlight with extra batteries.”
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