poetry

Starting Third Grade

Judy Endow, MSW judyendow.com Too much new                   for back to school                                     is why I just                    don’t like it,                   though                                      each new thing                                               all by                    itself                                                           is entirely                                                                             acceptable. New shiny shoes                   I do so love                                      new ribbons in                my hair                   a freshly pressed                                      brand new pink                  dress                                                  

Poetry: My Voice, My Life

Amy Sequenzia Amy is a self-advocate who types her thoughts. The poem below is from her recent book of poetry My Voice: Autism, Life and Dreams. Please contact Amy to acquire your own copy of her book. My Voice, My Life Look at me. Go ahead, take a good look. What do you see? Weird?

Purple Sucker

Dawn Comer What happened next? Mommy, what happened next? she begs, wanting for story, an end. But I have no context, know no story. Morning but my daughter’s eyes flit, seeking shadows in sunlight. Mommy, what happened next? Morning and my eyes stare, settling into love-heart pillow, bright pink against dull blue carpet.  Cast off

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