Tas (they/them)

·4 days ago

Ditched

A dark poem of the end. — It hurts. The brown splotches etch a painful pattern into my side. Sharp pain, not dull. A little bit here and a little bit there — it spreads. I wish I could avoid this disease, but I can’t. Ate from the inside out, it’s cancer. Some days I cry, but that only makes…

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·May 25

Teddy Bear Of Evolution

A personal essay. — It is the end of an era. As I stare at the blank page, I begin to type but feel no desire to continue. It’s a hesitation that arrives prior to life evolving. I am excited to start a new chapter. …

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·May 19

Maid For Love

A poem of longing. — Never was a maid so pure. Many lovers she didn’t want — yet most she endured. A coin here and shilling there, Not that it really matters. She lay awake to contemplate, This bleak and unwanted aesthetic exterior. Here she longs for her absent lover. Hair to her knees, lips…

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·May 9

Going Mad

A dark poem. — An obscure lump slid its way across the floor. A trail of black ooze left a trail of sludge. I am not afraid. In fact, I embrace it. It wriggles in my hands, A moist texture with chunky bits. Chunky bits like the inside of pickled okra. I am not disgusted. In…

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·May 3

The Past Is Never Far

A personal essay. — Stories passed from generation to generation sometimes become folklore. The folklore evolves into a mystical tale that is far from the truth. The little tub filled with warm salvia was going to unravel the mysticism. …

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·Apr 25

Last Words From The Row

A dark poem. — The metal gurney was cold and unforgiving. It was like sitting in a pile of snow. The little flakes dance on your flesh until it goes numb. I want to be numb. I performed my duty, yet no one seems to care. I am not the villain! A strap on…

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·Apr 21

My Mother’s Worst Nightmare

A personal essay — It wasn’t the words that stung, it was the eyes—the gaze of utter disappointment of a parent that wants to live through their child. A sharp knife that tells the youngling they are broken, they are wrong, and they need to evolve into what the parent wants them to be…

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·Apr 12

Evil Musings Of A Funeral Director

A dark poem. — The glittery surface on which you lay sparkles so fine. Ceramic, cold to the touch. I leave you here on this slab for convenience, Plus, I really do love it here. Grief fills the hallways to the brim, Tears from the ones left behind; Creates pools of salty water. …

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Apr 6

Eighty-Three Pages!

Get your copy of the Neurodiversity Times Magazine Issue Embracing Authenticity. — The inaugural issue of Neurodiversity Times Magazine launched on April 3rd, 2023. The magazine received over creatives 50 submissions and advertisers from 12 autistic/neurodivergent and disabled-owned businesses. It is an impressive 83 pages long! To date, there have been over 300 downloads of the magazine! The theme of this issue is Embracing Authenticity. It includes poetry, visual arts, and articles by autistic/neurodivergent and disabled creatives. Every submission included in this issue truly embodies the theme.

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·Mar 29

Self Forsaken Dot

A personal essay — It takes millennia to search for answers to locate one grain of truth. The meaning of life is a subjective and ambiguous thing. I stare at a blank page, waiting for the ink to reveal the answer. The black-tinted goo doesn’t move. The ink blot falls to the page, and…

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