Hi friends! I just wrote a poem for a video that I hope to make through a non profit for artists with disabilities.... Thought I'd share:


Ninety pounds
I am only bones and finger gestures
And time, days, weeks, months
It is grey scale here indefinitely

I try telepathy to no avail
"Even deaf, dumb and blind people can communicate!" Yells someone.
"You have a voice, I want to hear it!" yells another.
We are all very tired.

In a four poster box, I am paralyzed
buried beneath a circus elephant
Bearing down
While a freight train drags me along it's tracks.

And I throb and pulse and twitch and jerk
Why? I have no idea
And I'm strangled by a serpent
flailing fiercely with venomous fire.
To you I appear a lead weight
But no! I am NOT ASLEEP!

So I run in my head, I box, I travel
And then I problem solve
For many hours
Abundant hours
And speak to myself of patience five million times
And scream of patience, guttural sounds
But all is quiet, all is still.

I pray for liberation
I beg for liberation
What a tragedy, what a waste!
This simply cannot be
But so it is.

My funeral is planned and you are invited
My treasures auctioned off
We make a train of arms and bodies
a kite
through Inman park we run
and spread my ashes

But somehow
Against all odds
I am here
And still

I call to you,
each and every one
Every day
Loving you,
Missing you
Do you know?
Hello?

Until a spark, a tiny seed of sound is freed
Through a hairline crack in my mortar
caught by my wind
And carried to my savior
She comes to me with hands, harp and a blind man
Who sees things that people can't usually see.

From the bottom of my well
Light is scarce and waxy
But she hangs her rope to reach me,
and hangs her words to teach me
And hope becomes a tree with roots
Growing stronger by the hour.

My bones are strummed
My skin is brushed
My body is becoming

My heart
My voice
My tears
They are all collecting

And now I am a human
A being made of fire
I have a voice that you can hear
And with it I'll inspire!