Disabled Chronicles, No.8932
...That one time, you thought those frozen GF waffles that have been in the freezer since the day after Jésus turned that water into wine, was a good idea for lunch? Only to be reminded that GF food ain't loyal, cause both waffles turned into saw dust as soon as you...
Warrior’s Furnace
© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierr Dust settling and there's that horizon eyebright painful even with four fingers, planked across brows furrowed in knowing even with shadows cast across broad nose bridges, nostrils flared against the unrelenting stench of dispatched...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 9372
I reached for the sealed blue bottle with trepidation. I considered forgoing the new pills for Motrin but hesitated when I counted up the kaleidoscope of increasing migraine symptoms that I tried to ignore all day: a blind spot in the field of vision of my left eye,...
Disabled Chronicles, No.13076
Having been fed, migraine-medicated and Nephew-tight seat belted in, I rolled out my front door and eyed the sky with suspicion. I wondered what passing rain cloud would baptize my new controller or douse my new shoes. I gripped my standard take-along washcloth in one...
Disabled Chronicles, No.352
To The Dude In A Wheelchair Who Was Being A D$&k - You broke code and etiquette. If you are exiting and another wheelchair is entering, unless you are already mid-exit through the door, you must back up. I repeat: YOU MUST BACK THE FCUK UP. I know you saw...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 3284756
Dear Lady At Publix Yesterday Afternoon, Despite your thoughts about it, you weren't the only person the aisle, nay the entirety of the store was made for. Therefore, leaving your cart at the entrance of the aisle while you absently peruse the legumes will earn you a...
Pulse
2016 © Sandra Jean-Pierre Animals will be animals, regardless of the God they serve. Where love does not abide violence is eminent, where disregard for life lives, Death is gatekeeper. No God is needed to know this.
Truth’s Existence
©2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Wiry promises through tinny phone lines fall rusted at my feet water to my ankles brushing past my knees, stopping air from meeting my nostrils engulfed in a sea of lies that never knew Truth's existence And I wonder: how can Life sleep at...
Dream Diary, No.1301
Dreamed last night that I was walking (!!!) a dirt road to a cabin in the woods. When I got there I found myself in the kitchen - which was a down right mess. I mean dirty pots EVERYWHERE. I was standing in the middle of the mess, head full of my prior thick natural...
Disabled Chronicles, No.514
Having escaped the Second Coming of the Flood, you become hesitant to over hydrate. But as the day goes on, you realize that hydration is a must. So you mete out your water consumption slowly, to ensure that your kidneys don't turn into prunes. As you finish...
Disabled Chronicles, No. 513
Being awakened from your migraine induced slumber by your bladder threatening anarchy on your bedsheets. While your aide thankfully allowed you to sleep in, this gift has now turned into a four-alarm, straight panic situation. As Management, you invoke your zen and...
Disabled Chronicles, No.179
Looking at yourself in the mirror after your aide has dressed you for the day and wondering if she had her eyes open through any of it, cause she can't really think this look of dishevelment looks good, even on you. Then trying not to sound angry as you instruct her...