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The Infrastructure of Inclusion: What Is at Risk
There is a shift underway in how disability services are being defined at the federal level. It is not being presented as a reduction, but as a restructuring intended to streamline programs, consolidate funding, and return authority to the states. The framing…
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Still — not empty.
By Kerry A. Wiley Not everything that lingers is unfinished.Some things remain because they no longer need to move — Between holding on and letting go,nothing is forced,nothing is missing. Still — not empty.The moment remains. Nothing rushed, nothing taken back.Contact stays…
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Before the Turn
It starts before it shows. Just before a storm breaks,the air goes still.The trees stop moving.Sound drops out of everything at once. Pressure buildswithout direction. The pause stretches—held longer than expected,with no signof what comes next. Before the TurnBy Kerry A. Wiley…
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Nothing Ahead
by Kerry A. Wiley It comes the way certain dreams do, already in motion, a road that feels knownwithout ever being seen. The outline holds, as if something aheadhas already happened, and is waiting. A frame in the distance,not finished, but near.…
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Beginnings
Where land thins into water,the ground gives way without warning. Sand slipping underfoot.Forms never quite hold—they soften and shiftbefore they settle. Time moves differently,not slower or faster,just less certain. Moments hover in place,as if undecided,unsure whether to continueor remain. Then, a break.…
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Open Line
Someone is already talking when the call connects.Another voice comes in, slightly late, slightly off.No one stops. The exchange continues, close enough to follow. Then something shifts. A pause holds longer than it should.No one reacts. The call continues. It does not…
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Half Like Home
Something shifted before the wheels left the ground,barely noticeable,as if what was familiar had already begun to recede. What lay ahead had no clear shape yet,only the suggestion of places marked by time,where the past settlesinto worn stoneand uneven, fractured lines. Half…
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Twenty-Six
Twenty-six hours in one place.A place meant for passing through.Lines hold.Bodies stay.Seats fill and empty, then fill again.No place to rest a head.Stone underfoot, worn and uneven. Plans fall off in succession,and the schedule unravelsuntil it no longer holds.“Before” and “after” persist,but…
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Unfinished Hours
Unfinished Hours a poem by Kerry Ann Wiley The hours move forward, interrupted by brief, unspoken turns that linger longer than they should. The scenes arrive in sequence: dusk against glass, bodies passing through a tunnel, a kitchen under its lone light,…
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Thirty-Five Minutes
The light above the stove flickers when she touches the switch. It always does—once, twice, then a low buzz before it stays on. The bulb is new. The fixture is not. Sylvie Hart runs her fingers along the counter’s edge, stopping where…