The following is an in-depth introduction to matrix poetry, a form that I invented in 2018. This style scaffolds the best elements of cascade poems with the structure of a mathematical matrix. This book contains illustrated instructions and examples of matrix poems, as well as a variation of the format that should provide the reader with an interesting challenge to replicate.
Sample Poem: "Amber Nights"
Long nights of amber sunshine are mist to the tundra, the lichen-encrusted dogwood groves separated by glaciers and crags, creme-colored fjords melting like wax under the Aurora Borealis.
A cloak of mist separates the groves of dogwood trees when the sunshine melts the fjords to amber-creme,
the lichen-covered glaciers that slowly carve out crags in the tundra’s shale bedrock on the longest of nights, under the Northern Lights
that adorn the patchwork quilt as if all the sky were a canvas, the air its palette, diamond dogwoods standing tall above the starscape here in Mendenhall.
120 Poems & Counting: An Extensive Poetry Anthology
This book is an extensive compilation of Andrew Blitman's poetic works. The goal is to consolidate them in one place for easy reference and creative depth. Without further ado, here are the poems that most defined the first ten years of the author's writing career.
Sample Poem: "Poetry Is a Musing"
Poetry is a musing For architects of the word Who construct language from thin air To describe the world as they see fit.
Every poem has a story That the reader can discover Hidden between stanzas, Deep concepts waiting to be cracked open By analytic minds That are eager to plough through books For wisdom and entertainment As a pastime.
Simplicity is complexity Without wasted words.
When the letters transcend the page, They speak to our souls In unfamiliar ways. They change us, Empower us, Make us better thinkers.
This is the purpose of poetry, To enlighten us against the grain With ideas expressed forever and again As metaphors with humorous flavors, The rhymes that make us savor Communication at its finest.
The analects in our dialects Are the architects of our common speech. The things that they teach Are the legends and epic myths That lay the foundations Of our personal and cultural identities In a narrative fashion.
They are the life lessons and the fables, The parables and the anecdotes That connect us to the lives of our forebears, In solidarity with the rest of mankind.
The poet and reader have a special bond, Linked across eons and nationalities By a shared fervor for abstract notions. Our fascination with carefully chosen words Need not be elaborate, (Though it usually is) To cause commotion.
We are not content with mediocrity or convention; We abandon them whenever possible with great passion. The letters are as beautiful as the poems themselves; Numbers and punctuations Are art forms dazzling and elegant.
If poetry is a musing, Than a poem is a Muse With many faces and infinite facets That reinvent themselves daily.
Languages are melting pots, Churning continuously with fresh ideas That halt for no one. Everything is forged in this fire.
Those who love lexicons Are never disappointed; They know that the Universe Was created from the Word.
Pen in hand, They masterfully mold vernacular like clay, Gently, carefully, intently renovating it With vocabulary extraordinary And an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.
Why read this book? Because everybody - from the cosmic to the microscopic - has a story to tell. I have always wanted to know what goes on inside the heads of animals. Poetry was the tool that made this possible. "Wild Writers" allows us to have imaginary conversations with our pets and other creatures and empathize with them. Who knows? We might end up learning new things along the way.
Sample Poem - "Mustang"
Mystical steed, I rear up. A bucking bronco Stands against his own nature.
To run counter to the winds, To race as a free horse On sunset prairies like these.
They are what Equus needs; I will never let you tame me. I am faster than the breeze.
Wild Writers, Volume 2: Portraits and Poems from the Animal Kingdom
Why read the second installment of "Wild Writers"? Because everybody - from the cosmic to the microscopic - has a story to tell. I have always wanted to know what goes on inside the heads of animals. Poetry was the tool that made this empathic exercise possible. "Wild Writers" allows us to have imaginary conversations with our pets and other creatures, which lets us empathize with their possible commentaries about Life on Earth, Mother Nature, and humanity. Who knows? We might end up learning new things along the way.
Sample Poem - "Baby Goose (Gosling)"
I am a baby and I love my Dad. He is my role model, The best that anyone could have.
An expert pilot, He takes turns flying with my Mom To the corners of the globe.
With the rest of the gaggle in tow, They form a V-pattern in the air And take turns feeding me at home.
Most of my time is spent in the nest. I am a gosling after all; I need my rest.
But in the springtime and in the summer, The refreshing sunlight awakens me from my slumber. I play tag with the dandelions, Who are covered with soft down just like me.
The seeds blow everywhere After they make me sneeze. I want to be like them and my parents, Who travel around the world And visit the places I think about in my dreams.
When my wings are fully-fledged, I will join my relatives in the draft. I will become an ace like my dear old Dad!
The third installment focuses on endangered plants and animals from around the world. Their voices are significant, too. Read this book to learn about the Giant Sequoia, the Ganges River Shark, Welwitschia, and many other species that share our planet.
Sample Poem - "Ganges River Shark"
I am a shark that lives only In fresh water. The author stumbled upon me Only yesterday. He did not know That there were sharks alive today That live exclusively in rivers.
We are critically endangered fish That are only found in the Ganges Watershed. We are often confused with bull sharks, Which are far more common than we.
I am grey and brown and covered in toothy scales. I span 7 feet from nose to tail. I have a dorsal fin half my size, Aptly positioned on my streamlined backside. I also have small eyes Because the Ganges is very blurry. You would miss me in the River If you swam in a hurry.
Our habits are similar to yours In that we give birth to live young. We have placenta-like organs That protect our litters of tiny pups Before they are born.
Sing a hymn for us requiem sharks, Who are vulnerable to overfishing and pollution, And to other factors like our replenishment speed That have no easy solutions.
Although there are regulations in our favor, The problems with enforcement Put our long-term future in question. That is why we are so rare today.
Birthright 2012: A Voyage into the Heart and Soul of Israel
"Birthright 2012" is a personal account of my voyage throughout Israel. The outer story incorporates humor, science, history, and my own observations as I explore the land. It should appeal to the armchair traveler who would like to experience the country but is unable to and also to anyone who would like to learn more about this bastion of democracy in the Middle East. Beneath this outer story there exists an inner story. Filled with humor, philosophy, and poetry, this underlying aspect of the book follows my own personal voyage to self-awareness.
"Birthright 2012" chronicles the daily activities of my University of Miami Birthright trip to Israel. Each chapter highlights a single day’s events, activities, and sights. The book is chock-full of deep personal insights, light humorous anecdotes, witty observations, and scientific and historical facts. I hope you will follow me on my journey through the Land of Milk and Honey.
Sample Poem - "Never Again (Conversations with God)"
In the hearth of Jerusalem, The Holy City of Fire, Live the spirits of those Who died in it.
“Who can save them?” A small voice could be heard, As the walls close in… First. Second. Third.
“Into a triangle we are bound,” Another mighty one bellowed. “It is the stablest of shapes, A pyramid rooted to the ground.”
“Your people have two in your Star of David,” It interjected. With a symphonic roar, It closed the door, And nullified the light Of an earlier Jewish world Much like yours That had been rejected.
Images of a bygone era, A Jewish universe in 1930s Europe Flashed on a cement screen.
With a strange bidding power It glowed. A century of history Passed by in less than an hour.
I saw men, women, and children. Their faces showed. They were dancing, singing, And waving goodbye, As if they didn’t even know…
“Hatikva”, a youthful choir ominously chimed. Hope was on the way, I thought, Until the cement panels melted to grime.
“They are the dry bones of yesterday,” The once-mighty bellow went solemn, “Who perished without a trace, Who are scattered throughout This hallowed, hollowed, and blood-stained place.”
“Be like them and say farewell. For the rest of time, It is their forgotten story that you will tell.”
I knew as a Jew Where I was and what I felt, But could not express it well. I told the voice —I had the choice— I must be in Hell.
“Surely you are right,” It responded. The light became night, And a zigzag of narrow fences That overwhelmed my meager senses Cut a treacherous path through the walls.
A flurry of papers fell from the sky As my invisible companion left me to die. Once the icy wind calmed down, The stack of pages formed an uneven layer That blanketed the ground.
“Like snow,” I snatched One from the floor. “Auf wiedersehen, Jewish whore!” The wretchèd thing read. Millions of papers, Each one just a slur, Barraged me with hateful words.
This was the dark side Of that Jewish world. A sea of virulent Anti-Semitism, At the heart of European culture, Into the spirit of the 1930s I was hurled.
Blood libels here, Judas accusations there, Not even St. Augustine Had a kind verse to spare.
I then saw that perverted Swastika emerge from the haze. To the Unholy Crusades they’ve reverted. Propaganda was more than just a phase.
I turned to Germany; Kristallnacht had occurred. The small number of Jews were enemies, A melting pot they had stirred.
“Get the Jew to Palestine,” A child’s board game said. “Hell, if you can’t ship them away, They’re better off dead.”
“Such was the Global Refugee Problem,” The 1938 Èvian Conference ruled. “The Jews don’t belong anywhere,” it said. Anti-Semitism had been fueled.
The narrow walls closed further still. Somehow the air grew colder, Even as I walked down the hill. I saw a nursery in Berlin. “What of them, the children?” I asked. “They’re pure. They’re untainted. Surely, they will…”
“Stop,” the mighty voice commanded. “They’re already corrupted by this hatred. It’s too much for you to face. The Nazis got to them long ago, Through their board games, their parents, And even the radio.”
“Their story doesn’t end here,” It continued. “Just look down.”
Below my feet I saw shoes. Thousands. Millions. Still warm too. “They are the anonymous victims of this heresy Who had no other fate to choose. If you were born in a different era, You would have been one of those innocent Jews.”
“There are men, women, children, Many younger than you. Some were homosexuals, babies too.” I came to this realization As a yellow Star of David Was pressed into my chest.
“For the next decade you’ll be hunted, Tortured, and starved to the bone, too. You cannot hide. Like Anne Frank You’ll hope the Nazis won’t pursue.
I walked to the left, Then looked to my right. I saw two hundred thousand people bow. They rallied as a unit for Hitler And his Final Solution.
I truly wanted to kill them all. If only I knew how. “You’d be no better than they were If you did. They’re all dead now.”
“And what of the six million Who were murdered for no reason?” I asked Hashem. The voice showed its true form. In less than a second, I felt warm.
Five twinkling lights Twinkled like a million stars. “They are the generation we lost,” I said. “That’s what they are. If the children of the Holocaust had lived, This world could have gone so goddamn far.”
“Humanitarians talk of the refugees Who they know nothing about. What of the refugees, who, In their hands, were deliberately wiped out?”
“So many innocent beings Were kicked off the Earth,” I expressed without mercy. “Even Germany’s Minister of Justice Ruined us with this baseless dirt.”
“To add injury to insult, The world is trying to forget. All of its actions, its guilt, Washed away without regret.”
“How can I fight Such lack of sight, When such mindlessness Is too difficult to bear?”
“They will never clear Themselves of blame,” Hashem hammered home. “Not all people are bad!” He exclaimed. For the Righteous of the Nations I am glad.”
“Some gentiles gave their lives To make others possible. Fight the Nazis they would So that the Jews also could.”
“Those that deny The who, the how, the what, and the why, Are as lost as those they disparage, The ones that honestly, truly died.”
“For those who perished In the Anti-Semitic game Rest forever with me, Hashem, In a sacred place called Yad Vashem, The monument and the name.”
This book is a collection of poems and artwork that share Biblical Christian themes. Subjects include the purpose and nature of money, the purpose of war (if there is one), the nature of solitude and why it is different from loneliness, and the roles of love and trust in Christian faith. This is his first foray into mixed media storytelling.
Sample Poem - "Just God"
Rising above the Firmaments, Greater than Time itself, Lives God the Creator Who is always at work, Maintaining the Earth His Footstool And the Universe that He created.
He is all-knowing and omnipresent; The Heavenly Father is also omnipotent, Capable of everything but Sin. He is blameless and trustworthy, Honest and glorious, The Teacher of Forgiveness To Man, who is by himself Only able to wield vengeance.
God the Father knows our thoughts; He reads our hearts before our Conscience To make us aware of our corruption and brokenness And to illuminate the pathway of repentance.
All is not lost for those who need mercy; The Most High responds To them who cry out for deliverance. They are the ones who know that He exists.
There might be nothing new under the Sun But there is unrelenting Love From the Holy One.
He is our sword and shield, The anchor when our sails are torn. God is the One Who chose us Before we were even born. How can we resist The only Person that can silence Our inner storms?
The Father is True, and He is Just. Only a loving God would choose to put up with us. Mighty is His compassion; Slow is He to anger When most would explode like dynamite When their friends go against what is right.
What a whirlwind it is to be with Him, The Ultimate Authority all must reckon with When the Seventh Day is done.
To Live the Life: When Salvation Speaks to the Soul
This is Andrew Blitman's twelfth book, which contains short stories and poems about social justice, life and death, and knowledge versus faith. It is an experimental Christian anthology that tackles tough questions in a similar vein to Blitman's other works. This short-but-sweet collection will take you out of your comfort zone for a wild, informative ride!
Sample Poem: "Our Mercy's Prayer"
Broken homes, nights overwhelmed by mourning.
Specters live and people die on street corners, their spirits fading like the lights of lamps under the falling rains.
Neglect paints the skies black even as the sun shines above, opportunities for hope and human intervention illuminated by starlight, in the locations where isolation prevails,
along the rails where a homeless woman gathers ice cubes during a hail storm,
under the bridge where drug addiction takes its ruinous toll on the invisible community,
on the beach where garbage accumulates for the seabirds’ consumption and Nature’s death,
To the cars in the lots where parents abandon their children, where the lots are drawn against the lives of the most vulnerable people.
Not even the stronghold of wealth can safeguard the most needy from the most savage; only the Most High can change hearts and minds and awaken awareness of the overt hardships that go unnoticed.
What is the center of your focus? Where do you place your faith? On what do you rely when your help is required?
Do you look to God or men, to machines or magic, to the
universe or nothing at all?
Where does the breeze blow when you reach to the heavens for the reasons why things are and why things have to be that way?
Does reason guide you to your answer, where you are left to your own devices, as if you were stranded and left estranged, entangled in explanations for events that are beyond the limits of your understanding?
Let there be only One we turn to in times of doubts and struggle, when grief and learned helplessness are the primary reactions we take to the grotesque symptoms of our society’s disorder.
Let God be the director and direction of our inquiries about the lofty despairs toward our era, for only He can guide our actions toward productive and righteous ends, so that we can directly release others from the snare of desperation.
Let no devastation destroy us, for we are more than conquerors
in Jesus Christ.
We cannot be taken by the forces of evil while He shields us from our woes; He brings rest to the weary when answers are too harsh to grasp and be necessary.
Let this be our Mercy's Prayer:
That we become aware of and entwined with reality’s many levels without becoming enmeshed in them. Please give us release from our sorrows through our faith in You above all other things.
You gave us life and continue to give us reasons to live with each passing minute. You take away the burdens of total insight, which often blinds those who possess it.
Teach us how to know You instead. Please guide us with and give us Your heart and Your wisdom - of which we are wholly undeserving - which protects us from wont and disappointment.
Jesus - please come to us swiftly in our days. Be the lamp under our feet, so that we can follow You and serve You well.
Give us umbrage. Give us grace. Forgive us in our brokenness and sin, For You are God and we are just woeful humans who need You and mercy’s tender embrace.
The Big Book of Pun-ishment: A Diverse Collection of Original Jokes, One-Liners, and Punchlines
Andrew Blitman is a writer who loves science, history, and poetry. This is his first joke book (and hopefully not his last). Some of his other works include "Birthright 2012: A Voyage into the Heart and Soul of Israel" and "Wild Writers: The Animal World's Greatest Poets".
1. “Did you hear about the gorilla that received the Nobel Prize for Economics last year?” - “Yes, he discovered the mathematical formula for monkey business”
2. What is the scientifically proven method of protection from wild zebra attacks? (The answer is always a Horse Field)
3. What do you call a dog on an escalator? - A stair-wolf
4. Boy, I have trouble conducting myself. If my life was a train, it would have derailed itself before it even left the station!
5. The worst thing about that volcanic eruption is that all of our chances of survival go completely downhill from here.
6. The people who work at the Cheesecake Factory sure are glad they don’t work at the Key Lime Sweatshop!
7. Boy, I have bad luck with women. The last person who found me a girl that wanted to talk to me earned the Nobel Prize for Matchmaking.
8. My friend CostCo is always giving me free samples.
9. My friend Mojito is unusually strong. He knocked me out yesterday.
10. What are my friend Kabob’s chances of living a happy life? - Totally skewered
11. What do you do with elbows and knees? - You put them in joint custody
12. Why did Levi Strauss invent blue jeans? - So that he would always wear the pants in his family.
13. What is the worst gift you could give to your Valentine? - A heart attack
14. Where did Miss Maple meet her husband? - At the Sap Convention
15. What is the way to an accountant’s heart? - By defeating him in a numbers game
16. What is the foundation of America’s judicial system? - Mistrial and error
17. Why is Lady Justice blind? - Because she is Miss Trial and Error
18. What happens when Ellen Degeneres stops giving to charity? - She becomes “Ungenerous”
19. How do you get a statistician drunk? - You take him to the bar graphs
20. Why did the Gobbledygook teacher quit his job? - Because he was tired of all the gibberish
21. Why are pillows so vindictive? - Because they have cases for and against everyone
22. Why do angels have a stairway to Heaven? - Because the escalators are broken
23. What do you call a revolving door in a prison? - A non-slammer
24. Why are circles so common? - Because they are always around
25. What do you call someone who lives below a library? - An understudy
26. What do you call a dead leprechaun? - Unlucky
27. What happens to drivers who get stuck in roundabouts? - Their lives come full-circle
28. Why did the geologists agree to stop their fighting? - Because they realized the quarrel was nobody’s fault but their own
29. How do harps tell the truth? - They can’t. They’re all lyres
30. What is the worst thing you can do to an atomic bomb? - Push its buttons
Thirteen: The Book of Promise
This is Andrew's thirteenth book, released as the immediate sequel to the twelfth book, "To Live the Life". It contains poems and short stories that offer deep insights as well as words of encouragement to the reader. It is a fast, hard-hitting read that will rock your world!
Sample Poem: "Muscadines"
Bitter as muscadines, solid as rock, the hardened heart lacks water as a dried-up geyser that refuses to talk.
The resentful man walks on cobblestones sharp as nails, yet does not question his feelings when he tells the distorted tales of how he was wronged in some way.
They sow discord among the people who did everything to catch him, to save him from that bitterness. But now they question themselves…
Is there room for forgiveness in an environment like this?
When fury accumulates inside us we can be engulfed by our own self-justifications, those that derail us, that leave us hard-hearted like the resentful man, whose unresolved misgivings have left him broken, shattered, angry, and alone.
I was once that man, but now I have changed. You don’t want to be like him, he who let himself be overtaken by the bitterness that pervaded the four corners of his world.
What can we learn from his experiences? How do we remove ourselves from the gripes and frustrations that occupy every aspect of life?
We must know that resentment is a universal poison, the acid that dissolves loving-kindness wherever it flows. Without immediate intervention, hardness turns to madness everywhere it goes.
Words that spout from anger pollute the mouth and harm our friends, pitting them against each other until accountability is silenced and even the heatproof are ignited by the rage of hatred’s unquenchable fire.
Keeping the Reaper’s flame can even become our desire.
This is why we must renew our minds continuously and push ourselves to practice forgiveness, the only thing that can cleanse a hardened heart of bitterness, which might as well be malice because the intent is the same.
We must take ownership of these feelings, apologizing for them readily, before they steadily merge with our character.
Should we not make sweet wine from the muscadines, we forsake the capacity to forgive, to live a life arisen. We will instead have only ourselves to blame, and we will not be forgiven.
Letters to Nineveh
Nineveh is the nation that was once Ancient Israel's greatest enemy. However, when the prophet Jonah told the Ninevites to repent to God (or have their nation destroyed by God in 40 days), they repented/obeyed and received God's mercy for their sins. This book contains a series of poems about American dilemmas, which are in many ways similar to Nineveh's situation 2400 years ago. I hope you enjoy this book!
Sample Poem: "Restored"
They whose hearts are broken, remember that you are adored! Let your prayers be honest ones; send them through the open door!
All who knock on the portal shall receive their answers with thanksgiving. For many, it’s the response that makes life worth living.
Wealth and power doth not a man profit, for all selfish wishes are ignored to the benefit of the selfless few that know what to do with complete peace that’s true:
The total fulfillment of God’s will to bring us to a pristine state, the anointing of the disciple who becomes the salt of the earth and a sanctified city on a hill.
Rejoice, children! Ye that sought Him shall notice that by your pure faith you have been made new.
Go, and sin no more, for you have knocked on the door that opened because you believed. Be relieved, for you have received the Lord and are through Him fully restored!
This is my fifteenth book, which poetically highlights the rewards of trials and tribulations in art, nature, Christianity, and life experiences. It also probes ideas like the beauty of nature and what - if anything - makes us truly human. Your journey begins as soon as you open the front cover!
Sample Poem: "The Artist's Endless Cascade Poem"
An artist’s job is never done until every nerve in his body has gone completely numb from thorough self-investigation, expressions of the lovelorn heart that never get their dues in life.
‘Tis the strife within a man that overpowers him, a wretchèd brokenness that drives his feeble attempts at total self-excavation.
What propels him from obscurity to the agony of anguished attention, which lingers as feelings locked away, unforgiven, taboo, forbidden?
Only sadness, sorrow unfulfilled by differences not meant for conformity, just the enormity of avant-garde anti-normality.
What safeguards a creative mind from his own efforts to make something beautiful of his suffering?
Just a simple opportunity.
Just the opportunity to reciprocate the emotions that were not originally there, the ones masked by pain and denial that had been created from isolation all the while his creative style had emerged like a phoenix from the blaze of anger, shame, humiliation, failure, and the other methods behind creators’ mysterious cognitive ways.
But he will most likely be ignored by those who needed his creations the most. For who knows abandonment more than the greatest artist of them all, The Lord of Hosts?
It must be known that the suffering of separation is endless as eternity itself, but it is better to endure this way alongside the Creator than to become one with the world apart from Him.
A writer’s job is never done. ‘Tis the strife within him that propels him from obscurity and wretchèd brokenness against feelings locked away, unforgiven, taboo, forbidden. What safeguards an artist from his own efforts is just a simple opportunity to reciprocate the emotions that were not originally there.
Though the creator will most likely be ignored by those who needed his creations most, he can empathize with the Creator and pursue Him with a loving heart; therefore suffering from separation alongside God instead of suffering an eternity apart from Him.
This is the joy of sadness, sorrows fulfilled by differences meant for non-conformity, the enormity of avant-garde, nuanced anti-normality.
"Fated Lines" is an anthology of my latest works, all of which were posted on andrewblitman.com (The Written Blit blog). Every poem in this book has a purpose -- some are warnings, while others attempt to explain the most critical (and frustrating) elements of the human condition. This includes topics like the natures of love and individuality in the ever-shifting landscapes of modern life.
I hope that you get the most out of this compilation and the lessons it contains. Everything I have learned from my personal experiences with Asperger Syndrome/autism, depression, and the self-hatred intertwined with them all, have been made available to you between the "Fated Lines". I hope that my story inspires you to love yourself in the midst of learned helplessness. If you get one message from this book, let it be that you are not alone in your suffering!
Sample Poem - "Fated Lines"
Faith, Fate. They are intertwined. Face them both aligned Before it is too late To see the signs Fading in straight lines.
A short poetry anthology published at the last minute for your reading pleasure, which includes poems such as "The Song of Love", "The Autistic Voice", and "Methuselah, Voice of the Forest". It pulls from many sources to discuss themes of love, justice, and the embracing of difference to give you a whirlwind of a ride.
Sample Poem - "The Autistic Voice"
Streams of words Flow as drops on paper From the fountain pen, Their source. Communication is easy when written, But when spoken it often feels forced.
Although I am normal on the outside – As normal as you are, Which is crazy to me in your own way – I often see barriers between us, Impenetrable as they are wide.
Asperger Syndrome – Autism – As I may have it, Is a developmental disorder That affects the way People grow up Psychologically And neurologically. We are, in most situations, Completely intact intellectually.
The growth milestones often come delayed. These include things like first words, walking, And following conversations Like ours right now, When we are talking.
If you have met One person with autism, Then you have met One person with autism.
The spectrum is a constellation of symptoms That individuals with autism Happen to share.
No two people are identical; No two cases are the same. Yet, for some reason, The stereotypes of Rain Man And Albert Einstein remain. After all these years, We should watch The Good Doctor again.
However, even though we are whole as individuals, Many of our advocates claim that a piece of us is missing. They do research without listening, Speaking on our behalf That we lack theory of mind, empathy; That the world should be aware of us Without desiring us or accepting us.
Beauty is subjective, By nature selective.
For this reason, Awareness is not what we want. We are blue because we want something more – Inherent dignity – from you, To be sincerely embraced for who we are Without having to change ourselves beyond recognition; To receive true, authentic love Without preexisting conditions.
We want to be a part of the world around us, To be apart from the world That stigmatizes us And manipulates us Because we are naive, jaded, And neurologically different.
Autism is not so much a disability As it is a difference. It is a diagnostic label That need not become a person’s identity, Lest that be his or her choice.
It is high time we made that decision for ourselves. The moment has come to welcome the autistic voice.
This is another anthology that discusses ideas very close to my heart. Nothing is held back in this book, which uses poetry for humor as well as storytelling. I hope that you find this book thought-provoking. I know that you will be surprised by the things you will find by researching the points I bring to light.
Sample Poem: "Crystal Clear"
Millions of years after their birth, The gems that encrust all jewelry Spout forth from the deep Earth Through the magma tantrums of volcanoes.
When air kisses the molten rock, The compressed minerals solidify as crystals Of brilliant carbon; the diamonds' faces Are flawless in luster and configuration
The following book contains experimental poetry by Andrew Blitman. This is his tenth book...enjoy it!
Sample Poem: "Watercolor Sunsets"
Watercolor sunsets are impressionists That paint translucent skies Arrays of reds, yellows, violets, and blues. The shades descend from the hills to the prairies, Delivering to the emerald crabgrasses and the amethyst flowers One final dose of light before dusk falls upon the sun-kissed land.