I am glad you wore yellow today
When the sky and the clouds
Are a nebulous grey
I do not know you so I do not say
I am glad you wore yellow today
I am glad you wore yellow today
Just for yourself
While we’re hidden away
Yellow is sunshine and yellow is play
So I’m glad you wore yellow today
I took a class called The Psychology of Happiness. It was a fantastic course, but focused on neurotypical brains. For my final project, I created some of the tools we talked about, including colouring sheets, via a neurodiverse lens. I’m sharing them so families with kids who may not be looking for Elsa or Hot Wheels can use them while working and teaching from home. Enjoy!
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What does one do during a laid-off lock-down? Write about love and Pride. My micro-fic, Toronto Pride, 1995, is now up at Lunate. Go, enjoy this very short shot of love set in a time of social closeness, before social media.
Pandemic Prose is an in-the-moment reflection on us, now. Created by WIRED’s Lydia Horne, it’s an organic archive of a global event. My poem, Shipped, is a part of it.
(CW: Pandemic, poverty, unsolicited advice)
Poet and professor Orchid Tierney has organized a virtual reading series called Distāntia. She calls it “an experimentation with intimate social distancing through remote access poetry.”
My poem is about the value that people who are often forgotten bring to a crisis. The wisdom of survival doesn’t always wear a three piece suit. Sometimes it wears a Chewbacca onesie and hides out in its blanket fort, thank you very much.
If you’d like to read an interview I did about my short story, The Tyndarids, featured in The Twofer Compendium anthology, you can find it here.
I’m not so much an actor, but I will always pretend to be one for D.J. Sylvis . Everything they write makes my heart sing, so when they offered me a chance to revisit a character I voiced in season one of Moonbase Theta, Out, I hopped in. This bonus episode was a joy to record. I won’t give any spoilers, but oh – my heart-parts.
H. E. Casson 