By Traci Neal Nature nourishes my body in waves before reaching my ebony surface. My countenance counts the sunshine’s rays each time I awaken. The world I compose in my consciousness witnesses the wind welcoming the trees as a treasure. Musical songs and delight ring throughout my cerebrum. Shelter…

By Robbie Janzen Autistic, aspie, neurodivergent On one hand, I don’t want these words to define me On the other hand, I know that they kind of do Every thought, every action, is affected By something I didn’t choose to be When I first found out, I was ecstatic I’m not uniquely screwed up, there are…

Autism Level 1 Speaks By Theresa Werba In a world of hyper-stimuli, Lights and sounds and touches, I retreat into the world within myself for relief. There is too much to process all at once, It comes at me like a screaming hoard, shoving up against my walls and forcing me to interact. Why interact?…

By Matt Valente Orangutan means man of the forest, But man is busy destroying their forest. Oh the Irony! You ask why? Mainly in search of palm oil, We ruin the orangutan’s native soil. These noble beasts are left to die; It’s enough to make your blood boil. Save the orangutans; that’s what I say: …

By Scott Norman Rosenthal “The Malingerer Goes to the Movies,” (a Dis-Ability Coming-Out poem, for Colin Kempner, and Judith Wright) 1. You’re sitting there, and it’s getting harder to breathe. It feels as if a little man, like a gnome, has crept up the back of your seat, and dropped a net in…

Poetry by Sophie Dutsch-Zdanowicz Into the Black Pound in my head, chill in my skin Rattling breath stuck in my lungs Into the black Full moon in full glow, but does not Shine to where I stand Into the black Abandoned street, broken windows Hustle and bustle of maintown Muffled by distance and an ev…

Poetry by Sophie Dutsch-Zdanowic Into the Black Pound in my head, chill in my skin Rattling breath stuck in my lungs Into the black Full moon in full glow, but does not Shine to where I stand Into the black Abandoned street, broken windows Hustle and bustle of maintown Muffled by distance and an eve…

This writing is dedicated to those who understand the autistic people of this world to be unique and special, and who would not want them any other way. The Autistic Plea for Understanding Why do you look upon me the way you do, you who see me as a standout. When you look upon me, you see s…

By Keri Bowers In sharing poems & art for peace throughout the month of September, we support the belief that peace begins within each of us, calling forth individual, collective action to manifest it in the world. The actual day of commemoration each year is September 21st. In a sadly ironic a…