I’ve been thinking a lot about disability and creativity. Harnessing our energies and letting them into the universe, finding ways to express our experiences. I wanted to share a few poems I’ve found by disabled women.
“Naked, at 45” by Tracy Koretsky
Like pampas grass, whose blush fades, whose reeds
desiccate and snap, or like the house left to weather,
sinking, soft edges fraying…there is no fresh metaphor
for my body, aging. An ordinary body.
“You Get Proud By Practicing” by Laura Hershey
If you are not proud
for who you are, for what you say, for how you look;
if every time you stop
to think of yourself, you do not see yourself glowing
with golden light; do not, therefore, give up on yourself.
“every morning at 9 am,” by cripchick
i wrap my hand around her
skinny denim thigh
preparing myself for what will
Do you have a favourite disabled poet or poem about disability?