Fifteen Shades of TwilightSway with me in robust, reverberated rhythms of color and light as day and night intersect in fifteen shades of twilight waking in sleep. Colors count beats of light and dark symmetry. Sun and Moon greet each other vividly as foreground comes back 'round and background comes forth now. Light and shadow switch places. Dark things have light faces. Light things where dark space was kept have now crept into new spectrums. Positive and negative space are now replaced rearranged and exchanged in this place called inter-space, bright as night and dark as light. These fifteen shades of tumultuous twilight have become my home.
Perpetual MotionSince the beginning, I have wandered this land unable to stand on common ground sitting down in this wheelchair as myself. No more. No less. The child made of difference at conception, reflecting in my eyes the gift of true perception . For I have no precedent and thus, no prejudice, because prejudice would require a pre-judging to which I could be held. Plus, most people say they've never met anyone in my situation. Thus, I feel as though I am birthing a new nation for which there is no lineage, no heritage, only the evolution of movement.
That movement is enacted from this wheelchair that indeed tries to define my nature in my unnatural habitat. You see there is no archetypal family of wheelchairs chillin' at Applebees. When was the last time you heard '"Wheelchair, Party of six?" It doesn't exist. There is no handicapped cultural gumbo, mambo or martial art to impart to the world. And if there is, it was created for sake of convention, honorable mention an