Poetry: Heat
Anantha Krishnamurthy
July 10, 2021
Teen nonspeaking poet Anantha Krishnamurthy is inspired by the recent apocalyptic heat waves to pen this powerful imagery and a warning.
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Poetry: Lullaby (To a newborn autistic baby)
Anantha Krishnamurthy
July 3, 2021
Anantha Krishnamurthy, 13-year-old nonspeaking poet, writes a powerful and moving lullaby that would launch a world-changing paradigm shift if adopted.
Poetry: I Don’t Want Your Normal
insideamirrormaze
February 27, 2020
This poem from InsideAMirrorMaze makes an appeal for acceptance over compliance in the most artful of language.
Comic Book Hero: How This #AutisticSurvivor Escaped Bullying, Abuse, Molestation
johnnyprofane1
February 8, 2020
How did autistic and other neurodivergent kids survive the Dark Ages before IEPs, 504 plans, targeted therapy, noise-canceling headphones?
Here’s some brutal autistic truth-telling for you…
Could Student-Focused Learning Help Neurodivergent Learners Get a Better Education?
Jaime A. Heidel - The Articulate Autistic
January 19, 2020
Jaime Heidel interviews an educator about a different approach to learning that can advantage neurodivergent learners. The student-centered classroom puts learning in context.
Poetry: Autism is what I breathe. Neurodiversity? What I MUST write…
johnnyprofane1
January 8, 2020
Beautiful, vibrant, living Autistic poetry and song lyrics without the word “autism.” Songs without a singer. Rhyme with Reason.
Poetry: Echelons of Autism
stinkyzen
November 26, 2019
Poetry about the levels of autism and where one autistic woman falls in that hierarchy of support needs.
Poetry: Interrogate My Reception
AspienBlue
November 24, 2019
I feel your pain— not in sympathy, but in symphony.
Poetry: How Do You Know?
vormaen
November 8, 2019
Who can change the tesseract that engulfs us towards doom? Who has all the answers, who can say what life means? Worst of all, how do you know?
Poetry: Beholden
stinkyzen
November 8, 2019
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—
