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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Left To Boil Poem

    A kettle left to boil will eventually damage itself. The water will evaporate with time. Set to work until the final goal is null. Overheated and burnt. Unable to be used again. Needing repair before recovery. *** I was once left to boil. Energy thicker than molasses. Inspiration drier than the kettle. Continuing to try…

  • AAA Madness

    You never know how anti wheelchair the world is until you are stranded three cities away and considering calling a tow truck. I was there today. My mom was driving me to weekly therapy when a driver’s worst nightmare happened: all the dashboard warning lights came on. Every single one. They flashed on and off…

  • The Red Line Poem

    Everyone has a red line. A boundary drawn with deliberate hands on white paper. Handed to us by those that sit closest to us. But the line is ours to draw. A scarlet signal. A correction in response to the paper. *** Not everyone puts the line in the same place. Some people place it…

  • Liar Liar Dream

    A college age student named Tomas sits at a desk at the campus library. Pens and writing materials scatter over a multitude of project sheets. His schedule was incredibly full. So much work to do. He was intelligent and had took on a significant class load. It was expected of him. He could never have…

  • Rest Day Poem

    A soft sigh. Start with a late morning. Calm overtakes. No rush or consequences. Absent of struggle or anxiety. Slowing down to catch back up. *** Flowers and leaves already open to the morning sun. Soft music echos from somewhere unseen or minded. The usual pains exist unchanged but in lesser form. Given room to…

  • 626 Night Market

    Location: Alameda County Fairgrounds Accessible: yes The 626 Night Market is an Asian street fair. Originally from the 626 area code, it is now so popular that it happens all the way at the county fairgrounds twice a year. Everything from food that would be nostalgic for Asian cultures, to anime products that would make…

  • The Power Poem

    Who holds the power between giver and receiver? A tug of war that continues if intervention is not provided. Rope straining between the tired hands of needs. Bruised and bloody from time. Both sides neither wanting to be a loser or winner. Yet not wanting the game to continue. *** If either side is winning,…

  • Coral Bells Poem

    Coral bells, for who do you ring? Perched in my front garden under light shade. Sentries to home and hearth. Putting forth your music multiple times a year. A repeating encore. Announcing your entrance with the hum of bees and the flutter of butterfly wings. *** Do you ring to welcome? A victorious return home.…

  • Happy 100 Days Posting!

    Happy 100 days of listening to my random tangents. You may be a silent minority but I am so grateful to the frequent readers and those that leave likes on content. It helps me know what aspects of content and forms to focus on. You guys keep me moving. I started this site as an…

  • Childhood Lights Poem

    There was the strangest phenomenon when I was little. Visitors of the unusual kind would come to me in the middle of the night. If sleep did not take me first they would come. An expected occurrence. *** Vibrant shapes would fill the air. Sometimes they would move in a line and other times in…