I am sharing this piece in honour of May, Fibromyalgia month. May 12th is Fibromyalgia Awareness Day. This is a victory for those of us who have been diagnosed with this illness, which has gone through many medical iterations before finally and most recently being considered an illness of the central nervous system. Which makes…
Category: disability, art, poetry
My second homeland, the night…
My meditation on insomnia–inspired by a line from Noel Nicola’s Son Oscuro/Dark Son…
Visual Interlude!
After posting more “academic” or learning oriented pieces lately, I decide to change it up! What follows is a work in progress, a Series entitled The Body is not an Apology borrowed from Sonya Renee Taylor’s book of the same name. I was struck by this phrase, because I have apologized for my body all…
When I was
When i was untethered the dappling blue and cold Canadian sky shimmered with the light of return I hitched the catheter tighter in my green and blue dressing robe, my hospital gowns parading as patient, while inside i flew like a swan to that far shore no trust but instinct, this must be how a…
Pies, para que los quiero, si tengo alas para volar?
Homage to Frida Kahlo, myself, and so many others immobilised by a disabling world
Ear to the Ground 