in the world we live in,we are told the following thingsoverand overand overagain: “get up.” “try harder.” “use your words.” “speak louder.” “stop whining.” “you’re
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
Don’t Tell Me Life’s too hard I’ve come this far To go nowhere Why the blank stare? Don’t tell me you’ve been there. I don’t
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
Autistic artist Ra Butler shares her sequential art and poetry piece, “Fire Set Free,” telling the story of her relationships through the lens of a fire goddess forgotten to time.