There’s a hole in my arm– Where the mind goes Where the dead howl excretions Where the blood meets the oily needle Where memories die Where heaven touches hell There is a hole in my arm– Where the mind goes Where the soul screams Where death shouts with applause Where paradise costs a twenty dollar […]
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Silent Notes. Photo by Lera Auerbah When pianos are not played, they become very sad, they collect silent notes. Unplayed music floats – invisible dust of overtones. The dead are waiting expectantly: so many keys – 88 – all untouched. The day of silent music sheds the signature of uncaptured Time. (“What are you…
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With the exception of Dustin Hoffman’s role in 1988’s Rain Man, a great many representations of autism in fiction, particularly in Hollywood movies, focus on autistic children and young adults. The inevitability that people with autism are bound to face the responsibilities of adulthood is something that filmmakers often sidestep or overlook altogether. As…
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The walls of this small room always closing in getting ever so nearer The roof gasping searching for the last breath There must be someone on the outside of these brick walls A giant pushing, always pushing these lonely walls toward me squeezing the last of what life is left suffocating the search for the…
