When the world is too much/ Elizabeth Moon
All babies are born autistic, one of our group said once. We laughed nervously. We agreed, but it was dangerous to say so. It takes a neurologically normal infant years to learn to integrate the incoming sensory data into a coherent concept of the world. While it took me much longer—and I readily admit that […]
Saddest verses/ Pablo Neruda
I can write the saddest verses tonight. Write, for example: “The night is starry, and the stars shiver, blue, in the distance.” The night wind turns in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest verses tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this I held […]
