Author Archives: Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.

Like Fireflies & Rain #Poetry

I can still see you resting in the water beside me. Your contagious laughter rippled in the water, That nose of yours crinkled & your eyes twinkled, Like the fireflies that danced about- as dusk tucked in around us- Like … Continue reading

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Summer Rain #Poetry

I remember the moment that the generator stopped humming. Like a catch in Summer’s hot breath, I could hear the storm crawling across the skies to pour life into the parched Earth. Scratching its way to my world while leaving … Continue reading

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Art Is #Poetry

The night sky woke up all the stars- like our own corner of my grandfather’s American flag, As the vast cornfield glowed softly just quietly content on growin’ as the air stuck to our faces like a wet dishrag we … Continue reading

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The Farmhouse Letters

Like crumpled love letters written in the constellations and glittering scrolls of old promises kept across a winter velvet sky, This old farmhouse holds secrets buried deep at the heart of its very soul just begging to be torn open … Continue reading

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The Sea Story #Poetry

Tiny waves kissed her baby toes every morning As the woman dipped her into calm turquoise waters. The tiny girl grew older & as did her love for the sea, As if her toes had taken root in the tides … Continue reading

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Dear World, During this week of uncertainty and darkness…look for sunbeams. #covid19

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TEDx – My Purpose is Bigger Than My Fear

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Always Will Be

Down that long white corridor. Slivers of silver moonlight streamed in to the very end which is where it all began and I slowly passed endless glass rooms filled with scenes like bad dreams. These glass house memories- like fragments … Continue reading

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You Were There

For Wolf The Autumn leaves fell in my hair as I sat on that old wooden bench. I dug my sneaker into the earth and said a silent prayer. As though by magic, I had my answer and one day … Continue reading

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Butterfly #Poetry

We are at a stand off in my truth and light, My truth is rooting deeper into the rocks Into the core of the Earth like the familiar knives of grief Like an epic rebirth of my inner child and … Continue reading

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