Growing up with all kinds of sensory issues never really bothered me that much I ‘spose, sure, I’d get panicky in supermarkets and throw tantrums if I didn’t like the texture of something I was eating-but I dealt with it.
By Helen McCormack5 years ago in Families
They had never considered themself to be terribly brave, constant cases of the jitters often plagued any emotional feat they faced. Ashen faces, fragile bones and worn smiles truly wearing even the strongest resolves thin.
By Helen McCormack5 years ago in Futurism
With a tapered pen in hand colour the blank page of my soul- My sequestered tomb with a gargantuan stone you must roll, Elegance in the mundane colour of a pebble, too plain to be sad-
By Helen McCormack5 years ago in Poets
