When stars fall, we marvel at what
shakes them loose, trying to see through
the warped glass block view of our tears
long enough to discern whether or not the earth itself
is jarred loose from its setting in the skies and
tumbles down like a errant jewel. We feel
each landing, bracing ourselves for collison,
our hearts grabbing with white knuckled fists onto
ribcage bars to steady themselves — and then, we say
that we cannot handle another impact.
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How to Dream

The #6 bus makes its paces through the town:
up Baxter Street, past Millege, up Sanford, past
the Library, past the transit center, and then looping around
to Hancock Street. Everything is slick from the
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A Day on the Spectrum: October 9, 2011
A Day on the Spectrum
October 9, 2011
The Curious Cup
Carpinteria, CA
Artists scheduled to appear include poet Sydney Edmond, visual artist Dani Bowman, and Arrest My Sister (with lead singer Scott Spiegel, who is on the spectrum) will be appearing. Click here for a flyer with more information about the exhibit.
Putting the Awe in Autism: My Poem on TV and Other Thoughts
First, an announcement: an excerpt of the video of my poem, “You Don’t See It”, was featured in a Long Island TV FIOS segment about Awe In Autism.
The segment has been posted on MyLITV’s website in two videos. Part 1 features Awe In Autism, its founders (Deborah French and Kim Covell), and some of the work featured on the site, include the excerpt of my poem. Part 2 features “for dylan”, a song and music video which the founders call “the song behind the Awe in Autism” project.
In and amongst this bit of news and self-promotion, I feel the need to express a couple of things. First of all, if I haven’t said it before, my thanks and gratitude go to Awe in Autism for giving the opportunity for my poetry, namely “You Don’t See It”, to be featured on their site. AWE has given many autistic artists, musicians, poets, and others an opportunity to have their work seen, heard, and accessed. Also, as Kim Covell states in the first video, artists with autism often have a harder time self-promoting, and while I’ve gotten used to it thanks to the Internet, I must say I still find the task daunting sometimes. I am grateful for the opportunity for my work to reach a wider audience and go beyond this blog thanks to AWE.
Secondly, as I have said before, “You Don’t See It” is probably my best statement and expression to the world of what having Aspergers/being autistic is like. The experience of self-discovery and acceptance has been joyful and at times painful and overwhelming — but probably the most significant thing I could say is that is has been enlightening. And through it all, the craft of writing and poetry have been a conduit and a means for this journey.
Writing is my native language. I am much, much better at the written word than I am at oral communication: there are times that my tongue fails, but praise God my pen does not. This is part of my reality as an autistic person, and is true for many others. The poetry helps me say what sometimes my lips cannot. I hope I have given you, the readers of RWP, at least a glimpse or a peek at what that reality — and my reality as a whole — is. I also hope that through the poetry on this page that I have reached you, moved you, made you think, and most of all, made you feel.
Finally, please consider not only watching the videos of the segment but visiting Awe in Autism to see the vast, wonderful spectrum of art by creative and talented autistic individuals. I can promise you that you will not be disappointed, but amazed at the breadth of expression the site has to offer.
Saludos,
Nicole
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Stumble It!
WWP Poem #40-2: Trinity
Written 2/8/2011
© 2011 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
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This poem was also written for We Write Poems Prompt #40: Triptych Relationship. I just couldn’t stop. I decided to take an interesting twist and instead of Heaven/Earth/Man, I changed Man to Woman. This ended up being pretty dark, but I just went where the words led me. I hope you enjoyed the poem.
-Nicole
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Stumble It!
WWP Poem #26: Back Door Blues
I.
I’ve been collecting music and pouring it into the coffers of my brain
since I was fifteen. It took a few years for me to understand
that the stereo inside my cranial walls needed more stuff to spin, so I
reached out in raven-claw fashion, stealing everything
I could get my ears on. Trailing behind me is the umbra
of a greedy teenage girl trapped in a good two-shoes, church girl headlock
while sneaking sonic pleasures through the back door of
her ears. Hey all you people that tryin’ to sleep,
I’m out to make it with my midnight dream.
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WWP Poem #2: Meridians
How do you dream? Those keen to scene
find cinema screens inside their own heads. I drip
shadows through the silences between
my fingers. I look for rings of stones – priests,
small gray holy men no bigger than my fist,
born from the mountains that rise in backdrop, a pair of breasts
behind this clearing. Slices of those mountains slip through
the fingers of this forest. If I find no circles, I’ll build one myself,
made out of the scattered strangers around my feet.
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Joly Farr And Colin Martin Feature at First Draft on Friday, November 20!
Joly Farr and Colin Martin feature at Writer’s Block Poetry First Draft Poetry Night on Friday, November 20 at 8:00 PM!
I’ll let the host of First Draft, Joanna Schroeder, tell you more about Farr and Martin:
“Jory is a talented and dynamic poet who reads his words and then allows Colin to tranform their feeling into music. It is poetry in musical motion with these two, and they are sure to give us an engaging and entertaining feature of new poetic material and musical response.”
This, as always, will be followed by the traditional First Draft open mic.
First Draft is a poetry night where new poems and new poets are always welcome. Cover is $3 for the night. Come on out and share your *new* poetry — and be prepared for an awesome feature!
For more info about Writer’s Block’s First Draft Night, check out:
http://writersblockpoetry.rewritingovid.net/FirstDraftOpenMic.php
Synesthesia
This was written for Read Write Word #15 (and NaPoWriMo #27 – I am soooo behind!). These were words that I donated to RWP a while back. This was also inspired by Sarah’s poem written for the same prompt.
A little background information is in order: synesthesia is “a neurologically based phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway”, i.e. hearing colors (the definition was quoted from Wikipedia. I am heard that it can occur by itself (although I’m not entirely sure), but I am aware that individuals with Asperger’s Syndrome can experience synesthesia. I’m inclined to think that stuff lying within the Autism Spectrum is maybe less of a disorder and perhaps evident of neurodiversity within the human race (although I’m up for debate and discussion on the subject).
For more info on synesthesia, visit: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia.
And now, on to the poem. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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You once told me
that you heard
colors, that songs were leaking
tones of liquid pigment into
your ears. Like B flat – for you,
it was
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Childhood in Six American Sentences
This poem was written for two prompts: Read Write Poem #53 and One Single Impression #39: Childhood Memories.
The Read Write Poem Prompt directed participants to each write one (or more) American Sentences. If you’re not hip to what an American Sentence is, go here or here for more info. I’ve contributed a few sentences for the prompt, but the gracious folks who run RWP more or less gave us a “free prompt” for this week.
So what did I do? I combined American Sentences with the Six Sentences form and produced a poem with Six American Sentences to fit One Single Impression’s theme of “Childhood Memories”. (You can read more of my American Sentences and Six Sentences on this blog.)
Enjoy.
-Nicole
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X marks the spot of my generation and small town memories. The eye of Thundera rises red, a Saturday morning sunrise. Bracelets, jump ropes, Doc Martins and black eyeliner jumble together. Portals open to distant city scenes through videos and music. We scrawl and send messages in sullen and sanguine bottles by turns. We poke each other’s hearts and hope for fresh dreams to explode from within.
Written 11/18/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Music
This triptych poem was written for One Single Impression prompt #34: Never Ending. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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American Sentence #6

Birds by Aaron Andalman
This American Sentence was written for the Monday Mural prompt at Poefusion. Enjoy.
-Nicole
Birds perch and peer at us, perplexed by our need to notate song in notes.
Written 7/20/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.


