Divergent: A Poem
Divergent Counting sheep to fall asleep, In dismay, unable to slip away. Thoughts upon gestures of The sheep keep clambering At slumbers bay. The bleating echo’s lay Ephemeral, yet they stay. Dreamless sleep in waking day. The inner voice ‘Not I!’, I pray.
10 Disabled Authors & Book Characters You Can Support Over JKR & Harry Potter
With J. K. Rowling’s recent harmful tweets rejecting trans* identity floating to the surface of the internet, we’ve been on the hunt for new authors to read instead of supporting the author best known for writing the Harry Potter series. In light of this, we’ve put together 10 disabled authors and their books that you can read […]
Pause, Rewind, The Tales of a ‘Deaf Girl’
Illustration by Damaris Contreras Deaf girl … and I can’t hear your words – kettle whistles, chair scrapes on wooden floor, and your lips move across the table telling me… Something. again I plug in my tape player – microphone of my lips, switches of […]
Words Are Power: Poems About Youth & Disability
Truths In judgment, dare you call me incomplete? In spite, do you dare call me useless? In ignorance, do you dare call me deceitful? In hatred, do you dare call me unlovable? For, dearest stranger, the contrary is so: In love, I dare believe I am beautiful In awareness, I dare believe […]