By Rosa Mackay There once was a quiet young lady called Christa. She lived in a house with her mom, dad and sister. She spent days with her puppy just horsing around. But when she was with people some things got her down. (Sister) “Don’t like playing with others? Well that’s just n…

By Carrie Farrar My mind is moving rapidly My thoughts, a reverie Of frantic worries entertained Despite the calm I see. ___________________________ My pencil hits the paper In a quest to understand The ruminations haunting me Obsessions that command. ___________________________ Unwavering attention…

by Zoë M. Lee when we see burning red in the sunrise, crimson petals on spiky flowers, scarlet coral in the depths of the seas, we don’t try to make them change their colour. we don’t say ‘be a softer pink’, we don’t secretly whisper ‘be a calm yellow’, we don’t wish they were a conventional blue. n…

By Jess I had a ladder Climbed it to the stars Looking for connections If I could see the world from here Like constellations I’ll have the images And the names I’ll understand them Sometimes I think of falling Deep down to the ocean floor Where finding your way around is different And growing fins …

By PJ “Starling” Letourneau Motherless baby Fatherless son A spark in the void Where once there was none I needed a King I needed a Queen To call off the war Inside of my being I needed a truce To this horrible war From the battles that raged Outside my front door I am weary and worn Fro…

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…

The poem, “More Than One Way to Fly,” I wrote in honor of my son, who is on the autism spectrum. The poem, which illustrates the relationship between a social Chickadee and a solitary Brown Creeper, is an appeal for neurotypicals to reach out to the marginalized. By Tami Ullom More Than One Way to …

Header Image: Kabir Vernal “Coloured Hands” Hand imprints of Kabir Outlined and Coloured in using Acrylic Marker Pens on Ivory Paper. Kabir is a 10-year old mostly non-speaking child who loves playing with sticky textures, colors and the process of creating art. This is the Art of Auti…

“My little cousin was diagnosed with autism at 2 years old and ever since I’ve been watching him grow up into this little amazing man. I recently wrote a poem about his special gifts.” – Alayna Kurland Camelio By Alayna Kurland Autism isn’t a disease, it’s my little cousin, Camelio, havi…

Jake By Sanchia Storey My life is uncomplicated, black, and white. I don’t speak in forked tongue, Hide meanings behind tones, I give the bare bones.   Never hide behind lies and hidden truths just to be liked. I am really me, No ego to feed, All to see.   Naked to the eye I say what I be…

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 Nils Skudra This morning I had the opportunity to watch My Name is David, a compelling short film featuring the actual words of David Shapiro Sharif (May 28, 1997 – April 23, 2022), a young autism advocate who recently died suddenly at the age of 24. Made in Claymation, the film provides a…

Autistic Changeling By Dana Trick Once upon a time, A child was born to a family. At first, they were overjoyed with the child, But when they’d exhibited strange behaviors that don’t belong to other children, When they’d showed passionate interest and knowledge of strange things, When they’d acted …