Poetry: Heat

Teen nonspeaking poet Anantha Krishnamurthy is inspired by the recent apocalyptic heat waves to pen this powerful imagery and a warning.

Yes, my autism does define me.

For David, nothing is more hurtful and offensive than being told that his autism does not define him. Here’s why.

Poem: SSR Island

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

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