I don’t know if anything…

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man and dog....

I don’t know if anything matters when my neighbors who don’t look like me are devalued. This isn’t late breaking news for me. Here’s a poem about disability in America.

Walking around my study with a blind cast of mind…

I write in the mornings when the flowers are just ideas
The abiding chancel of Sunday is an idea
My dog sits beside the desk liking middle distance
I jot a few phrases—up river, low sun
Think of Allen Ginsberg who once touched my shoulder

This is a test of the emergency love system…

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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