the stars were misaligned

even if the poorly researched pseudo-science was right and vaccines had any link to autism in children, i would still want myself and my children vaccinated because guess what, there’s nothing wrong with autistic people.

to write, draw, or whatever. have people choose a number and perhaps a character, or proceed however you wish and invent it all. 

The 11th. 

Lost at the creek. 

Above, there is an attic.

The tree is very old. 

A figure at the edge of the woods.

Horses anticipating a storm. 

One foot in another world. 

Face on the other side of a dark window. 

Driving for many hours through mountains. 

The photograph. 

In search of sea life. 

A blue tin kettle. 

Wanderer on a scorched path. 

It had no eyes. 

Please, let’s go home. 

Small birds, dry grass. 

A hero in the wrong. 

Unearthed bones. 

The sensation of falling as experienced in a dream. 

How far can you carry this?

Conversations with the crows. 

A book infested with ghosts. 

Forgetting why it mattered. 

The protection of laughter. 

Each time we climb the stairs, something changes. 

Wildness on the loose. 

The passage of time as it varies by season. 

Sunlight on rumpled sheets and the smell of pine.

I love you, they said. I love you.