Category Archives: Asperger Poetry

A 1991 STUDY OF APPLIED BEHAVIORAL ANALYSIS, OR, AN OPEN LETTER TO DR. LOVAAS

Thou shalt beat him [a child] with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell. — Proverbs 23:14 Dear Dr. Lovaas: I must tell you about the hot brand embossed into my sacroiliac skin, a letter D like my … Continue reading

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The Sky Belongs to All of Us

I once heard of a man of spirit who put on a suit of flesh and cracked his chest open to prove that LOVE was not just a NOUN but a VERB that we are called to conjugate: to grow … Continue reading

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Speaking in Tongues (This Is Autism)

Hello there! If you’re looking for this poem, it has been published in Red Wolf Journal. Click here to read it.

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Listen (An Open Letter to Autism Speaks)

after Michael Stipe Listen: I have a voice. It is my own. I did not install you as a little charm box to hang in the back of my throat and chime discordant when I send wind from my sails … Continue reading

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Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head

In a distant song played and displayed for eternity on the wall of a website, a young man from Japan speaks of autism in digital daylight, letter and curve. He speaks of drops of rain, of watching little souls

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Epistle to J. Cole

When I write, I paint with words, assembling the verbal from the visual to create and translate the sights from my eyes and my mind into verse and line – but this time, I need to refine my visions into … Continue reading

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Rachel’s Lament (for Alex Spourdalakis)

I lend you my children. They come to you in many forms: some with butterfly wings, diaphanous windows of color through which light can pass, raining rainbows behind them on every surface over which they fly. Those wings are hidden … Continue reading

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