#recentwriting

Six days ago, a person who wanted to play a dictator on TV declared me not to exist. The person several of my relatives and people who have said in the past they love me voted for this person, this wanna-be television dictator to rule over the country I live in. On the day he was sworn in, missing the book by a mile, he stated the sex we are conceived as, will follow us to the grave. The…

In early June 2010, upon the occasion of me changing the nickname I was publicly using from “Marti” to “Maggie,” the words my mother commented on the Facebook post were, “A rose by any other name…” Although she continued to call me Marti, the updated spelling of a nickname she had given to me as an infant, to the rest of the world I was “Maggie Slighte” from June 2010 until August 2023. In…

I love my family. In November, during a holiday meal with my mother, she shared with me how much she loves my cooking. I’m pretty sure it is my autism that has caused me to be completely ignorant of the fact my mother was proud of me for something during my entire life. She shared with me how she has bragged all of my life to people about how she had a “gourmet cook” at home when I was living…

The Car that Ran on Prayers

In the summer of 2016, I hadn’t had a stable housing situation in years, and I was embarking on a new adventure. At the same time, I was finishing my college degree online through Southern New Hampshire University (SNHU). During a writing class I took in August of that year, I was given the assignment to write a “24-Hour Essay.” It would be a long-form essay based upon an eventful…

Where I’m From: An Original Poem

Wondering why I’ve decided to share so many poems lately? Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day! Here’s my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular session. Screaming SecretsThe wronged shrieked                from their fingertips,              silenced no longer,                       Empowered by consent, Enraged from words                not welcomed to say,…