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Disabled Dreamer

Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • Why I Love Video Games

    It is not a lie that the internet is a great equalizer. No matter the background of a person, they can connect to the internet and have access to the same things everyone else does. Unless you live in a country with censorship, a person has access to the same research, communities, news, and entertainment.…

  • My Body Poem

    I look in the mirror and detest what I see. All the little things that are signs of disability. Joints that are at once too flexible and stiff and shape undone with muscle. Something subhuman and a failed replica of life. Would you believe me through? That I can’t identify anything in particular I would…

  • Routine Poem

    I enter the day. It is the same as every other day. Same views, scents, and tastes. Predictable down to every activity. It may soothe the heart, But it rots the mind. *** I enter the day. I have no idea what to expect. New views, scents, and tastes. Diluted chaos down to every second.…

  • The Current Situation In The Middle East

    I don’t plan to grand stand or pretend that I can say something to fix it. I neither live there nor have any chance of being drafted since I am so disabled that the military recruiters that got ahold of my information in college, gave up a long time ago. I do have family in…

  • Requiem For Personal Art

    I started enjoying drawing at a very early age. In order to keep me quiet and happy in church, my mom would allow me to bring paper and drawing supplies to church in a little plastic box. Of course I wasn’t very good at it then. Stick figure backgrounds and characters that were more detailed…

  • Blue And Green Poem

    They stand together. A secret meeting that one has to find. A brief touching of two kinds of life. That which both holds light and life. Just differently. Fated lovers that can barely secret time away. *** A forbidden threshold for most. A barrier that could mean death. Only those that are chosen can move…

  • To My Frustrations Poem

    I try to please you, But it is never enough. Barely worthy of a greeting. An absence that I should not have to try to fill. Ignoring responsibility and all I love. Selfish to the extreme. *** I ask for needed help, But end up having to beg for my existence. You claim you live…

  • Out In The Yard Poem

    My eyes are drawn to the flowers. Painted with all the colors under the sky. Temporary sculptures of life. Home to tiny creatures and even further unseen beings. Scented inspiration. Provided at no cost or human effort. *** Movement distracts. Quick lizards dart over both wood and stone. Making the world a playground. Enjoying the…

  • The Hobby Of Chocolate Making

    About the time Covid lockdown started, I like almost everyone else took up a culinary hobby. It started with the idea of wanting to color chocolate and create them in festive shapes. I wanted something that looked good and tasted good that I could give friends and family.  Pictured above are a few examples of…

  • Like a Crane Fly Poem

    How does a human live? Does life end the same way it begins? Violently and suddenly. What about the middle? Do we dictate our own nature? Some learn to swim while others drown. *** I like to think I live like a dragon. Majestic and a fighter. Long lived and intelligent. Full of the fire…