The Sounds of Sleep – A Poem

As he falls

asleep, his breathing

is like radio

static. When I

close my eyes

to let slumber

claim me, I

can hear snippets

of song, the

cadence of people’s

voices, and the

soft salient sound

of snow in

his breathing as

the dial keeps

turning. When slumber

finally comes to

take me, it

is to the

rhythm of his

breathing with the

beat of my

own heart.

A Mighty Mighty Book Launch!

Huzzah!

At 6pm Eastern Standard Time today, I will be taking part in the book launch for Mighty! An Anthology of Disabled Superheroes. The book is out on November 15th, and I’m thrilled to have a story in the anthology titled Captain Maven and the Ice Queen.

Here’s a bit about the book:

With great powerchair comes great responsibility…

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s… accessibility!

You wouldn’t like me when I’m out of spoons…

All too often, superhero media depicts disability as something to overcome on the journey to becoming a hero, or as a sign of villainy. It’s time to make heroism accessible for everyone.

In these 15 stories, you’ll meet winged wheelchair users, supernatural spoonies, guardians with glaucoma, and many more. These disabled superheroes fight villains as well as outdated ableist stereotypes and show that anyone can be Mighty.

Come one and come all to a mighty Mighty Book Launch! It’s at 6pm tonight (November 12th, 2023). Here’s the link to join:

https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86837345419?pwd=QXdQZ20zNG9LYzdkaDF4RVpWRmhVdz09#success

You can also view it live on YouTube:

There will be readings from quite a few of the authors from the anthology (yours truly included) and prizes to be won!

It’s going to be an awesome event and I hope you can make it!

Until then, look to the skies! You never know what you’ll see!

Knight, Princess, Wizard and Sage – A Poem

I choose to forge ahead,

to push through the fog and fatigue

and the forbidden forest

that my body has become.

I am the Knight,

standing at the wall of brambles and thorns

with his sword sharp enough to cut through

but unsure how to move forward.

I am the Princess,

kept prisoner by the walls of her body,

unable to fine a way out

to see the world around her

and unsure of what she will find there.

I am the Wizard,

able to weave spells with words

that bring solace to many,

and yet he is unable to

find a magic that will cure him completely.

I am also the Sage,

able to find comfort in the wisdom of staying still.

She looks at the world around her

and listens to the music

that the water makes as it rolls over the rocks

or the sound of clouds floating across the sky

so that she can determine what

the world will say.

Yet still,

I forge onward

with my sword held high,

a thirst for the world

and a magic beyond naming

running through me.

I try to find my way through a world within

that is so strange and at the same time

a world outside of myself,

so beautiful that even the shadows

of the forbidden forest hold wonders

waiting to be found.

Brain Storm Solar Flare – A Poem

Rain fills up my skin

until I can’t breathe.

There is an anchor

sitting in my chest.

I can feel its weight

as it moves side to side,

trying to find purchase                                         

in the waves

but finding none.

I look to find direction,

but can’t find a landmark

in the wall of water within.

My eyes are blinded by a solar flare,

light fills everything that I can see.

My body can’t find its path.

I lose myself within the way

that the sunlight looks as it

shines in the water.

As I struggle to find my way forward,

I lose myself in the whisper of the waves,

that is louder than

my heart.