Poetry: Less Than
byBy S. Scott Sanderson It’s terrible to feel like you are less than That you are not the same, you know Eccentric, maybe even…
S. Scott Sanderson
A Poem: Autistic Haircut
byBy S. Scott Sanderson Arrive right on time, punctual am I. Standing in the doorway, I scan the room. A lady behind the counter…
Everywhere I go there is noise
byBy S. Scott Sanderson Everywhere I go there is noise. From my pocket I pull out earplugs. Alone I want to sit and read….
Sometimes I stare
byBy S. Scott Sanderson I am Autistic, I have Asperger’s. Having Asperger’s allows me to look at the world uniquely. While I am very…