WRITING ON THE INSIDE OF MY EYELIDS
Foreword
If you ever passed by me on a sidewalk, you’d have to be a pretty unusual person not to take a long, slow, surreptitious, sideways glance. My wheel chair is large, with its seat tilted back at a rakish angle. A large tray sits in front of me, covered with all sorts of unusual looking control mechanisms. I am sporting oversized dark wrap-around sunglasses. Hanging off me are usually one or two small children, and in the background hovers my wife, making sure that I don’t play my favourite game, zooming into traffic. In short, I am one strange looking fella’
Were you to spend any time talking to me, it would quickly become obvious that, despite my disabilities, I am one of the happiest and most cheerful of individuals. This attitude is reflected in both my journal and the poems and stories I have written. Despite my near complete blindness, despite eye strain headaches as a result of computer viewing, despite the immobility of my hands, despite the complications posed by a growing family, the urge to write and to write well is for me all-consuming.
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