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Good Times, Baby!

And it was a love like Pink Moscato in a cracked wine glass.So sweet and bubbly,So busy rising that I didn’t feel the cutsOr didn’t care,Not sure what’s worse.And anyway, what about the good times??The hysterical haze of possibility,When you took me in your arms and I felt secureBut enlivened by a closeness to danger.HarnessedContinue reading “Good Times, Baby!”

Doing What Feels Right and Radical Self Trust

Hey everyone, I know it’s been a little bit since I posted on here. But I am very active over on TikTok and Instagram if you want to take a look over there! Self-promotion aside, I want to revisit a topic that I’ve touched on in previous posts, such as “Taking Control Can Be Messy”Continue reading “Doing What Feels Right and Radical Self Trust”

The Intruder

You’d think it was strange,My calculated coolnessAs barbed wire snaked up my legs and thighs,I grinned as the steely stiletto dug in.Quiet rejoicing beneath the singular sting of needles!Because it felt like justice.But for who? Did I protest when it all got too loud?Did I struggle against that invisible titanAs he seized my throatAnd stoleContinue reading “The Intruder”

A Sneaking Rage

I lay on the splintering wood. Weezer’s “California Kids” rattles through the back of my mind like a muddled memory. The smell of freshly-cut grass fills the air…Remember your breathing!… No need to be angry. Nothing is wrong. Still, the rage pools in the center of my brow, its acid dripping down to my lipsContinue reading “A Sneaking Rage”

Help Me Settle a Debate… (VIDEO)

I don’t know how to describe it. There is just something about being constantly told I should talk about my disability that makes me uncomfortable. I recognize, and am often reminded, that many people with cerebral palsy have difficulties communicating. I’m repeatedly told that I should use my ability to speak as an asset toContinue reading “Help Me Settle a Debate… (VIDEO)”

The Fighter

I mean this as a challenge. Because today I am ready to fight you. You who has kicked me, bludgeoned me, and torn me to shreds with a sigh of boredom as you do it. You may have pushed me to the ground, flattened me into the earth, until that familiar metallic taste flooded myContinue reading “The Fighter”

Chaos?

The early evening sun casts sepia tone hues across the sky. A poisonous yellow haze settles over the tree line. She has learned that this signifies an ugly storm is brewing, perhaps disastrous. But her eyelids are heavy and it’s taxing to feign interest for more than 5 minutes. All this sadness has made herContinue reading “Chaos?”

Clarity

The moment when the cacophonous music hall is brought to a silence. Her booming cries made her own energy evaporate and all she has now is to examine. Why? The question she doesn’t want to answer. Too overwhelming, too enormous. Clarity, my dear, requires work and time. Clarity, she knows, comes at a cost. AndContinue reading “Clarity”

I Love You, Bo Burnham

The power of a free-fall,Gravity against meHarsh pressure rattling my bones,Is it breathless excitement,Or have you stolen the air from my lungs?More pain than anticipation. A cascade of tears fall to the floorA once precious resource,Not worth so much anymore.The years have carved rivers in our cheeks,Exploitation left us naked,Nothing left to explore. But ifContinue reading “I Love You, Bo Burnham”

A Daydream

Sometimes I feel like the main character in a Taylor Swift song. When I think of you — of us — I picture us slow dancing, barefoot in the living room. I’m wearing something flowey that sweeps the ground when you twirl me around. Sometimes you are in a suit and tie, other times you’reContinue reading “A Daydream”

Glass Heart

A secret not so closely guarded. A heart of glass shattered most days, in small ways. A passing comment or random choke in the throat? Chip, chip, chip away. Take it all! I don’t want it anymore. Get up, glue it together, rudimentary. Set yourself back. On your heels, better than on your toes, right?Continue reading “Glass Heart”