Soft clothes day. #autism

Ridiculously, I walk home quite earnestly desirous of an extra leg sprouting from the top of my head. So that you might see me and know my difference without ingrained assumption.

I – the slow child who could not spell: autism and poetry.

About my relationship to reading (as an autistic, dyslexic) and the fascination I have with a certain kind of vintage children’s literature.

Dead Squirrel: a poetic adventure

See what you think and please comment (I don’t mind honesty but I would appreciate kindness).