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Thursday, September 24, 2020

Musings From a Spazzy Crafter

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Is a craft still my own when I feel like I am an assistant? I struggle with this question often. I am working on a friendship bracelet and s...
Thursday, September 17, 2020

gears by Su Zi (a Poem)

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alright all night long I watch the traffic lights change, and I listen for the coming of ice. the police come and pet my hair. day c...
Friday, September 11, 2020

New Workshop in Ableism

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One of the tiny positives of our current world is the switch from in-person events to virtual ones.  No wondering if the conference is acces...
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Thursday, September 3, 2020

Two Poems by Kathryn O'Driscoll

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Nesting Bones dislocate from rawened sockets as the perception of self is wrenched and wrecked aside. Rib-bones snap and contract sharply co...
Friday, August 28, 2020

Deaf Girl Reviews Music: Yote Magus by Su Zi

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Image:  A carved, block print of a standing person with wings. They are blue with raised arms. To the left of the print are the artist...
Friday, August 21, 2020

Fog by Joshua P. Sorensen

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Phantom pain! or is it real? I should know... I do know this. So simple, like swimming. Swimming through mud. Hands quiver. Medicine he...
Friday, August 14, 2020

Me at My Most Vulnerable by Lisa Jones

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I want to hide within myself Away from everyone and everything Voices natter inside my head Feelings swell Insecurities rise I don’t kn...
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