When Leza was bullied for standing up for survivors of sexual abuse, they turned the abuse on its head by forging a symbolic connection with an oft-maligned but useful animal, the vulture.
Thinks in poetry, lives in prose Dreams in colors she cannot understand The music of her words is lost In the starts and stops of
A short story which employs a scifi metaphor of being autistic in a neurotypical social setting. On assimilation, empathy, and groupthink.
I My mother pushed and screamed. I splashed into the wild rumpus already begun, the party of songs and a girl who cannot sing. I
It’s my island, mine alone, so I’m alone. Singing to myself and the sea. With equally endless ever-churning fractal blacks above and below me. And
You are an anomaly;A nebula, the birth-place of light and wonder.Your glow is widespread and beyond reach. They will call you a rarity.They will ask
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