
A poem that shouldn’t exist and isn’t a real poem anyway
This is a poem that isn’t a poem, a defiance against an order, a declaration that shouldn’t exist because some places are not meant to be profaned by words.

This is a poem that isn’t a poem, a defiance against an order, a declaration that shouldn’t exist because some places are not meant to be profaned by words.

Whoever invented the “sticks and stones” parable was a liar. Words hurt, especially parents who talk about autism like a burden. Words can lead to physical hurt. So, choose your words wisely. Autistic lives depend on it.

The drive from Wellington, Florida to Chicago takes nineteen hours for a family of average luck. Two days between the promise of a new adventure