A Free-Verse for the Outcasts
byby Zoë M. Lee when we see burning red in the sunrise, crimson petals on spiky flowers, scarlet coral in the depths of the…
by Zoë M. Lee when we see burning red in the sunrise, crimson petals on spiky flowers, scarlet coral in the depths of the…
By Nils Skudra In studying the lives of Autistic prodigies, I recently learned about Stephen Wiltshire, a British artist of West Indian descent who…
By Ron Sandison “Creative dramatics can be a bridge between the outside world and the inner world. We used what I call “rehearsing for…
By PJ “Starling” Letourneau Motherless baby Fatherless son A spark in the void Where once there was none I needed a King I needed…
By Hamy Downs Aged out, of a cage Aged out, in a rage Aged out, turn the page Aged out, Aged out, Aged out…
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….
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…
By Cory Morrison Background As someone who was diagnosed autistic at 3 and a half years old, I struggled a great deal like many…