Monthly Archives: October 2010

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New Poem on Video: You Don’t See It

As I mentioned in this post, I received an Naturally Autistic Awards from the ANCA Foundation in the International Adult Literary category at their awards ceremony yesterday in Vancouver, BC. I was presented the award for an unpublished collection of poems, “Novena”.

I was unable to attend the ceremony, but recorded one of the poems in the collection, “You Don’t See It”, to be played at the awards. I am sharing it with you, embedded below into this post.

-Nicole

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Thank You, ANCA (via Woman With Asperger’s)

This post originally appeared on my other blog, Woman With Asperger’s. I have taken the liberty of reposting it here for readers of RWP.

-Nicole

Last night was the 2010 Inaugural International Naturally Autistic Awards ceremony, held in Vancouver, British Columbia. This was the first time that the ANCA Foundation had opened up its Naturally Autistic event to those outside of Canada, hence why it was an inaugural event. And ANCA, its supporters, and the award recipients made history last night. The honorees at last night’s ceremony, both in the adult and child categories, did the Autistic … Read More

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WWP Poem #25: Brick

Nothing is yellow here. I am surrounded
by brownstone giants who have risen up around me,
poking square holes in the gray cloud ceiling far above
my head. I haven’t seen a cyclone in years, and
the closest thing to the charcoal funneled eddy of wrath
that I’ve seen since I’ve been here were the twin smoke pillars of grief
pouring from injured and dying towers nine years ago.
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WWP Poem #24: Crossroads

Block everything else out. There is nothing but
crossed roads and sky. You are
outstretched, spread, stomach upturned to the azure; you form
a lovely X which lays right over the roads beneath your back. You are
treasure sitting silently, right in the middle, from
sternum to pelvis; from mouth to mouth;
from the V where your shoulders meet to the
V where your legs meet. The breath rising and falling in the middle
is nothing but intersection.
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