Dead Sea Soup 

Sometimes we spend the weekend at grandmas. She’s pretty cool.She has a cow. A horse, a boa constrictor And a dog. I still think she should get an elephant though. 

Sometimes she gives us a bath outside With the water hose. But that’s usually after we have covered ourselves with rocks and mud (We were trying to be statues) She used Dead Sea soap. She said “it’s naturally antibacterial.Which means it kills germs.”

But this weekend she wasn’t feeling good. So, I decided, because I’m the oldest.That we should make soup.That’s what the adults always do for us. So we made it out of everything we like …Tomatoes,Noodles,Cheese And then I remembered. Dead Sea soap is all natural! And that means it’s healthy And it fights germs. Because it’s antibiotic!. And so we threw that in there And we gave it to her.

It must have made her feel better. Because she moved really fast when we told her it was Dead Sea soup.

Light it up Blue 

 

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Children tell me things 

Well,people tell me things

I don’t know why 

They just do 

Gracie 

A five year-old 

Blond hair down to her knees 

Always tells me 

Absolutely EVERYTHING she has done 

Since the last time I’ve seen her 

And then she asks about my tattoos 

And she may or may not 

Tell me about the current situation 

Regarding her birthday 

And an absolute need for the Ninja Turtles to be there 

And then I tell her mother about my writing 

Or any person for that matter 

I’ve tried to insert it in a very cool way 

I wrote it on poker cards 

Because that’s cool 

And hip 

You know,

“here’s a card 

A poker card 

It has been written on 

With my typewriter 

And doubles as a book mark “

But after like card number fifty five 

You get pretty bored 

And just start writing on paper 

Or sending people the link instead 

Because that’s easier 

Reagan is a real help 

He always asks about my writing 

And he’s doing really good now too 

I’ve written about Reagan  before 

He has autism 

Which is a spectrum disorder 

But recently 

He has driven a plane 

He has shot a gun 

He has built his own volcano 

And reads prolifically 

Autism is NOT something you should be nervous about 

He has done really well 

He even knows not to take me literally 

For example 

88 percent of the time 

He says “oh,you’re just kidding aren’t you?”

Because,he knows, that yeah,I’m not secretly Iron  Man. 

And it doesn’t rain Jello from the sky.

So yes.

Today 

April 2nd 

We tip our hats to you guys 

All of you 

Who have these mighty Autistic loved ones. 

It is not a weakness 

It is a super power 

The Moon Tree

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There once
Was a village
On the side of a glen

In the midst
Of a drought
You’d forget
Where you’ve been
And wander
Until you
We’re famished
To the bone

Until the moon came
Out at 3am
Then you could see it
If you were lucky
The moon tree
There in the valley

Shining brightly
Drawing you in

At first
You would try to reach it
But there were so many
Steep slopes
And thick fog
And the draygons
Moved in the shadows
Here outside the Rim
Anything could
And usually did
Happen

Many would say
Hope
Is what killed
You
Not the tree itself
But what it brought

Here in the hunger
The dust
And the dark
It’s fruit
And it’s light
Caused you to attempt
The flight
And be cut down
In the road
By many witches
Waiting with red eyes

Until the day
A soldier
Younger than most
Ran across the tree
By accident
It was night
And the fog was thick
When he saw its light
And moved toward it

Hearing sounds
Of laughter
Alongside him
He pulled his sword
And took his pistol

There in the road
Appeared two eyes
“I will have your heart on a stake
I will drink your blood
From my cup before this clock
Strikes 12”

The soldier waited
And waited
Her hair
long and silver in the moonlight
He called on the tree
With its perfect illumination
He asked for wisdom
And he asked for light
But got nothing
Instead only confusion
So he asked the witch
“Why not come into the light
I don’t see so well”
When she refused vehemently
He knew what he must do
He talked his way closer to the tree
And picking its fruit
He bragged on
His delicious
Fortune
From his journey abroad
The witch growing curious
And then jealous
Demanded a taste

He offered timidly
“I don’t know …”
“I’ll take it! It’s mine!”
She hissed
Grabbing it with her thin,veined hands

“Well,I don’t understand,trickery! This is only an apple!”
She screeched
“No no you have to eat it”
“Well,only a bite and then I’ll have your blood!! You’ll see”
She moved through the shadows
Her eyes glimmering red
He waited hearing her bite down
On the apple
With a burning hiss
Light cut through the fog
Her high pitched
And shattering wail
As light cut through her
It was as he expected
Her weakness was light

Grabbing his axe
He cut down the tree
And continued on his journey
Now
If you’re lucky
You still see
A pillar of light
Under a full moon
but be weary
Of the glimmering
Red eyes
Beside you
On your way
Evil things use
Beauty to feed

The Blob fish song

(For Reagan)

Psychrolutes marcidus
If this is your name
Then you’re a blob fish
That’s what scientist say
Cause when you’re a fish
At the bottom of the sea
Off the coast of New Zealand
Other people name you
Or I guess they don’t speak
Your language
I don’t know

I know you’re feeling kind of gross
But up here isn’t that much better
And you get to float around because of your gross
And it helps you eat

I wonder what it’s like down there
I’m sure it probably gets boring
Doing nothing all your life
Just floating there
But then again
Maybe not
My dog does that an awful lot
He doesn’t seem to mind
And then I imagined
Life at the bottom of the sea
And being so blob and slime
It wasn’t that hard After …
I found mums Crisco jar

In reality
The physical element
Did not help things along
Only in mind
Only in my mind !
Oh great day
It’s hard to open doors
And the bathroom
When you really have to go
Or answer the phone
With Crisco on your hands !!!!

So in my mind
Sitting on the floor
I really started to feel like
Psychrolutes marcidus

Until I thought about
Giant Earth worms …
And whether or not
They like crisco …

But that was yesterday
And yesterday’s gone
And now I’ve really gotta go
Like really gotta go
And that’s all I know
About Psychrolutes marcidus
I hope that’s your real name
And remember you’re
Really kind of rare
So that means you’re
Kind of awesome

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The Reagan Syndrome

I had a book
With words!
But the words
Went flat –
I never went
Back to that.

I had a book
With pictures!
But the pictures
Had space,
I fell through
That.

I found a book
With words!
And pictures!
The words ,
Had shape!
The pictures
Had curve
They gave me
A world!
I’m stuck
In that…

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9 within the spectrum

This is Reagan
He’s just turned nine
He celebrated by going to Chuck E.Cheese’s

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What you don’t know is that Reagan has autism
Autism is a spectrum disorder
Meaning Reagan is somewhere on a spectrum scale
I’ve written about Reagan before
how autism changed my life
But in a single year
Reagan has substantially grown
And made steps outside of his comfort zone…
He is still Reagan
Creative
Musically inclined
Friendly
But he has developed a sarcasm
And a taste for adventure
Unique and truly his own
Where as before
If I said it’s raining cats and dogs
Or the world is black and white
He would take it literally
Now he understands and will be quick to reply – not just repeat

Today, if you ask Reagan how he is?
he will likely say ” I’m doing ok , how are things with you?”
And then proceed to inform you all about the wonder of
Sky landers
And little big planet ( video games )
And how he has a passport and will be going to Africa soon .
He is open to change , inviting or not …
He is open to meeting new people
( constantly on the look out for a future wife for me – don’t ask me why )
A genius,really.
I know in my heart whatever Reagan does and wherever life takes him
He will succeed
Because he doesn’t see the world as a dangerous place
Where dreams are unreachable
He is going to Africa at the age of nine
He is capable
For him
Just at the age where we learn
To ” dream smaller” or ” settle”
That certain things just can’t be done
The world is expanding into a land of opportunity
Where the only walls
Are the ones he builds himself
But that’s true for any of us

The only walls holding us back
Are the ones we build ourselves
There is nothing but opportunity
We can grow
We don’t have to live a life held to our past
We can take it and learn from it
And then be open to the opportunity
Present in the now
For something completely
Different
Like Fitzgerald said –
” The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want’
So stay passionately curious
And expand your borders
Personally
And globally
And like Reagan
Be excited and passionate about it
And why shouldn’t you be?
This is your story after all.