Would I feel less like an imposter and more like me?
i can’t believe you thought i would make a joke about that - i was talking about something else poem originally published at Spillwords.com this poem is about a misunderstanding in verbal communication. I find that in the past I often seemed to say something that was misinterpreted. Being a sensitive softy, it was fear … Continue reading WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF
Vulnerable by Elma Mitchell Everything is vulnerable at sunrise. Houses are blurred at the edge by the creeping light. They are not yet upright, not yet property. Inside the houses Bodies and beds are still to be disentangled, Naked, bearded, sheeted, flowing, breathing, With no cosmetic except the morning’s colouring No body has had time … Continue reading everything is vulnerable at sunrise
Aren’t I good enough? God knows, I try And I thought I knew But now I do I am not loved Nor liked I am not a person But food For the sharks Some words from a poem I wrote a long time ago. This poem is painful to read, partly because … Continue reading Quiet people still have a lot going on in their heads, if not more so.
How to be Autistic is a non-fiction book of essays by Charlotte Amelia Poe on their experiences of growing up with autism, which hadn’t yet been diagnosed. This was a difficult book for me to read because I saw a lot of myself in it. Especially with how difficult it was being a teenager. There … Continue reading Book Review. How to be Autistic by Charlotte Amelia Poe