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 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 S. Scott Sanderson It’s terrible to feel like you are less than That you are not the same, you know Eccentric, maybe even crazy That is ok But then they label you as less than That you do not like Measuring up as short Leaves you wondering why God would make you different than Those you wish you …

by Dr. Dan L. Edmunds With the clipboard they stood and made demands They wrote, ‘Five times he flapped his hands’ They offered me a treat If I did not move my feet Echolalia is repeating your own phrase Progress is repeating according to our ways Look at everyone in the eye We do not w…

By Dianne Loyet 3 poems about being autistic. 1. Please i keep the world’s chaos at bay by classifying and quantifying its minutia seven times i hear "cross street with caution vehicles may not stop" two steps i take across one square of sidewalk i am captain kirk keeping the sky in place …

By S. Scott Sanderson Sometimes I feel A bubbling coming up Inside me It cannot be contained When I was younger, I used to give in I would dance, a happy dance Limbs flailing wildly Dancing back and forth And in circles Sometimes, I’d clap Into the air No reason needed Just an unbridled enthusiasm O…

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 …

Ocean Eversley is a self-taught artist who started painting in 2020 during the pandemic. She use’s art (i.e., poetry, acrylic painting, collage, and photography) to express the beauty and the suffering she sees in the world. In addition, she uses art to highlight the injustices that BIPOC (Black, In…

Ocean Eversely is a self-taught artist who started painting in 2020 during the pandemic. She use’s art (i.e., poetry, acrylic painting, collage, and photography) to express the beauty and the suffering she sees in the world. In addition, she uses art to highlight the injustices that BIPOC (Black, In…

By Dan L. Edmunds, PH.D. What is wrong with that boy? He does not really express joy He flaps his arms and lets out a squeal Good Lord! What is his deal? He goes off alone and spins wheels He never tells us how he feels He actually rarely ever says a word It is mostly gibberish that cannot really be…

Cover Image: Emy Spinks “Stronger Together” This piece was inspired by the traditional dove that represents peace that Emy came across whilst researching peace, she likes the design and created her own version combining two doves to show coming together. Emy chose to add text referring …

Header image: Adhyayan Trehan, Age 9 – Butterfly The Art of Autism is thrilled with all the children’s submissions in our 7th Annual Art & Poems for Peace initiative. We will be sharing poetry & art throughout the month of September. Last week we shared teen submissions. Thi…

Header image: Rainbow Mosho, Age 13 “Let’s Bring Peace” PEACE By Aadi Narayan, Age 14 The world is so large But the mind is not that big My world is smaller than I see My eyes are searching for the views to calm me Saw only green leaves without colourful fruit Saw birds are flyin…