Artificial Divide

Artificial Divide

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Edited by Robert Kingett

and Randy Lacey

These are works of fiction. Any similarity to any events, institutions, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.

ARTIFICIAL DIVIDE ©2021 by Robert Kingett and Randy Lacey. All rights reserved.

Night Pixie © Heather Meares. Mishipizheu © Tessa Soderberg. Getting Back Alive © Lawrence Gunther. A Time for Poppies © Ben Fulton. The Misty Torrent © Ann Chiappetta. The Glasses © Eunice Cooper-Matchett. Touched by an Angel © Rebecca Blaevoet. The Blood Trees © Jamieson Wolf. Noa and the Dragon © Jameyanne Fuller. A Firefly of Hope © Alice Eakes. Heroic Dreams © Randy Lacey. How Is It You Sing? © Niki White. Student Teaching © Felix Imonti. Catgirl, Heart and Skin © Melissa Yuan-Innes. Life After Dark © Anita Haas. Inspiration Porn Star © M. Leona Godin.

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Cover art and design by Nathan Frechette. Interior design by Nathan Frechette. Edited by Cait Gordon, Nabiha Rasool, and Molly Desson.  

Legal deposit, Library and Archives Canada, October 2021.

Paperback ISBN: 978-1-990086-08-3

Ebook ISBN : 978-1-990086-12-0

Audiobook ISBN : 978-1-990086-19-9

Renaissance Press - pressesrenaissancepress.ca

Printed in Gatineau

To everyone with a disability who were told they couldn't do it, but tried anyway.

Table of Contents

Introduction by Robert Kingett

Night Pixie by Heather Meares

Mishipizheu by Tessa Soderberg

Getting Back Alive by Lawrence Gunther

A Time for Poppies by Ben Fulton

The Misty Torrent by Ann Chiappetta

The Glasses by Eunice Cooper-Matchett

Touched by an Angel by Rebecca Blaevoet

The Blood Trees by Jamieson Wolf

Noa and the Dragon by Jameyanne Fuller

A Firefly of Hope by Alice Eakes

Heroic Dreams by Randy Lacey

How Is It You Sing? by Niki White

Student Teaching by Felix Imonti

Catgirl, Heart and Skin by Melissa Yuan-Innes

Life After Dark by Anita Haas

Inspiration Porn Star by M. Leona Godin

Acknowledgements

About the Editors

About the Contributors

Introduction

by Robert Kingett

I remember the first out-and-proud fiction book I read that included an openly gay character. Actually, this book had gone above and beyond. It was a gay utopia for me because some of the characters are also openly trans and proud of who they are. What made this book so special to me was the fact it was a safe space before I knew what a safe space was. The book is Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan.

Growing up in Florida, I don't remember anyone encouraging me to read books with openly gay or bi or trans people in it. People loved the fact I loved to read, but I was never actively shown any books with LGBT+ characters and themes. I had to find those books on my own. Even after I’d found them, I had to keep them in the closet with me because I knew society didn't see them as normal.

I just can't shake those early years of thinking I wasn't wired the way the rest of society seemed to be, just because I am not at all sexually attracted to women. I didn't understand how a book such as The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot was only for girls, and why I shouldn’t be reading it.

I didn't understand publishing’s desire to keep telling stories about non-disabled, straight white men. I thought, If everybody has a story, then where are the stories about people who are Black or trans or gay or disabled?

If I take a minute to try to think of fictional characters with disabilities in books, my brain comes up with few options. I've read many great memoirs by Disabled people, ones where I felt seen and heard because they shared my struggles, but I can't say the same thing about fiction.

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan was special to me because it was a story involving LGBT+ characters. Nobody was overcoming their gender identity the way Disabled memoirists seemed to beat their disabilities on every page. I was hungry for some fun stories that just happened to have Blind or visually impaired characters telling us their fictional tale of adventure or mystery.

Even in the non-fiction I've read by Blind people, they all seemed to be about overcoming the world, not just living in it while experiencing drama and or romance. The protagonist always had to overcome blindness or learn how to be blind. The characters always saw the Blind protagonist as either strange, scary, helpless, super gifted, flawless, ignorant, clumsy, or unable to function. The memoirist would have no choice but to prove them wrong about their blindness. It made me exhausted trying to find books by Disabled authors where the visually impaired protagonist just had to deal with the plot of the story, not their blindness and the plot at the same time.

As an openly gay man, I'm witnessing in real time the progress publishing is making towards telling LGBT+ stories. LGBT+ is moving away from a genre label and characters are just LGBT+, which is great. I feel honored watching that growth. As a Blind man though, I'm afraid I'm not seeing the same progress with Disabled stories.

More times than I’d like to admit, I've googled fiction books with Blind characters. The results are not promising, every time. I go to page four or five of the Google search results, hoping I’d find a golden egg somewhere, but the results are disappointing.

For one thing, a lot of books featuring visually impaired characters are written by sighted authors. While I don't necessarily have a problem with this, I keep running into stories that are inauthentically told because a sighted writer always shows a visually impaired character dictating to their phone without using a screen reader, for example.

One exception I can remember is a book called WWW: Wake by Robert J. Sawyer. In that book, the protagonist uses a cane properly, uses a screen reader with the keyboard for a long time on the page, and is just a smart Blind girl who is dealing with the plot.

Even though I still go back and read WWW: Wake occasionally, I'm hungry for more modern fiction featuring visually impaired characters. I know there are others out there just like me who are eagerly seeking books that have people like them on the page. That's where this anthology comes into play.

This anthology features blind and visually impaired authors telling their own stories. Some authors are emerging authors. Some are more established, but they all have something to show you about being low vision.

There's a wide range of writing styles, genres, and even character archetypes in this anthology. Not every story will have a happy ending. Not every protagonist will be nice. That's the point, though. This anthology compiles snapshots of blindness to show that Blind people can be witty. Blind people can be crude. Blind people can be whimsical. Blind people can be clever or brash.

Visually impaired people have to educate the sighted daily on what it's like to be visually impaired. This even happens, sometimes, because sighted people expect us to be teachers. This book might not be an instruction manual on how Blind and visually impaired people use a computer, but it will open your eyes to characters who have flaws, outsmart bullies, learn to trust their skills, and are mischievous to get what they want.

The authors in this collection are just a snippet of the talent that's cast aside for established sighted people, who really should step aside and let Disabled voices take the publishing contracts.

I hope that you, dear reader or listener, go through this anthology with the understanding that Artificial Divide isn't meant to take away from sighted authors trying to be allies. We desperately need allies, but we also need people willing to listen when Blind people want to tell the stories they want to tell—with grit and grace.

It might be difficult to empathize with some of these characters. You may love every story in this collection. That's okay. It's your journey through this book. I’d like you to ponder how you feel after reading this collection. I think you'll find that even though you may be sighted or visually impaired, and even though this character would never be your friend in real life, you do have things in common, and that maybe we're not so divided after all.

Robert Kingett,

Co-editor-in-chief.

Night Pixie

by Heather Meares

CW: Grieving, loss

She is one... the only one.

As the day turns to dusk, the sky fades from orange and pink to a hazy purple that quickly darkens. Horizontal streaks of large, shadowy clouds scatter themselves as the moon, Selene, appears in all her glory. The night garden comes to life, as the crickets invite the dance to begin with their orchestral prelude. Sunflowers and poppies hug themselves tightly and bow their heads in reverence as the night bloomers awaken. Heady perfumes infuse the air with scents of jasmine, spicy honey, vanilla, and sweet chocolate. The bees and butterflies begin to disappear, but not before the changing of the guard takes place. Moths and bats arrive to take over the pollination duties and anxiously await their cue, knowing soon they will be prey and predator, battling for the same nectar and possibly for their very lives.

The moonflower gently unfolds its large, white petals and glows in the light of Selene’s radiance. In the centre of the trumpet-shaped blossom, the Night Pixie is revealed. Asteria sleepily stumbles out of her poisonous, yet protective, bed, hits the ground, and quietly mumbles curses under her breath as she curls up for another moment, not quite ready to embrace the night. She rubs her eyes and slowly opens them. Moonbeams she will never see reflect in their milky, grey-blue opaqueness. If you look deep enough, you will see tiny galaxies in her eyes, but do not look too long, for she will know.

Deep indigo locks of loose curls fall from her head to below her waist in a slightly messy manner. She stands and summons a light mist of rain, which forms a barely-there, sheer tunic that surrounds her body, leaving her arms and legs exposed. Her subtle, sparkling silver wings emerge, and the night commences.

Asteria trips over the same rock she forgets about almost every night, then lazily pirouettes through the tiny rain lilies as they open to acknowledge her presence. She stops and listens for her favourite bird to greet her from above, and tries to remember where she left her cane, or as she likes to call it, The Wandering Cane. It helps her navigate on her adventurous walks through the gardens, but sometimes has a wanderlust of its own. This morning, Mother GiGi has requested her company, so Asteria decides not to waste any more time and relies on her other senses to guide the way.

Selene has diligently watched over Asteria since the day she was left in her care many years ago. Her mother knew she was different and would never survive in the harsh sunlight of the days. Her mother also knew of her unique abilities, which could only thrive in the eventide. She was her only daughter, and her very existence depended on this sacrifice. She named her Asteria, in honor of the night goddess of oracles and falling stars, and gave her to Selene to raise and train. Remarkably, Asteria had many of the same gifts as her namesake. Oneiromancy, a gift of dream prophecy, being one of these. She awakened this evening knowing she must visit her dearest friend and mentor tonight. It must be tonight, during the very rarest of blue moons.

Since she has lost her cane, she decides to take a quick flight instead of walking, which is her normal method for this trip. She loves being close to the earth, feeling the moss and ferns tickle her ankles as she passes by. It makes her feel at one with her world to run her toes over the smooth pebbles as she walks on them. For the most part, she has gradually removed any particularly rough or jagged ones, but occasionally runs into one here or there. She collects these to remind herself that the rough patches allow her to grow. Behind her moonflower is a giant pile of rough patches. Perhaps someday she will build a sculpture, or maybe an artistic garden wall, but for now, it’s just a pile of potential.

Tonight, she must fly. She must gather the courage from within and listen to all the clues to guide her on this journey. Every time Asteria flies, self-doubt tries to talk her out of it, but then she does it anyway. She does not see Selene watching her every move, but she feels the intense gravitational pull of her, redirecting a minor miscalculation now and then. She does not see the stunning iridescent blue of the dragonfly circling her and leading the way, but she hears the fast hum and buzz as she journeys with him.

Asteria giggles as she hears the silly coots below her, signaling that she is close to her destination. Their unusual sound, somewhat like a bicycle horn, makes her laugh every time she hears them, and reminds her that all creatures are proof that the universe has a giant sense of humour. The coots are little black water beings that are neither bird nor duck, having both a beak and webbed feet. She feels Selene guide her to Mother GiGi as she quirkily flits through the air. Watching Asteria find her way through her eternal darkness with such a sense of joy amuses Selene and makes her shine just a bit brighter with pleasure.

Mother GiGi honks twice and Asteria lands gently by her side, nestled deep in the reeds. The grandest of Canadian geese, with her tousled feathers that have definitely seen better days, wraps her wing around her friend to warm her. They quietly sit together for a while, feeling no words are necessary, and they gaze out over the silent pond, one seeing and one knowing. Selene paints a beautiful picture on the still water, and Mother GiGi describes every detail to Asteria. She tells her how the light frolics and shimmers, how the darkest depths of the water are brought to life by the illumination, and how one could not exist without the other. Asteria is intrigued by the juxtaposition of it all.

They decide to go for a swim to celebrate the blue moon. Asteria perches on Mother GiGi’s back as they slowly and gracefully make their way to the water lilies, and Asteria jumps onto the closest one, barely making it to the lily pad. Mother GiGi grabs the stem from below the surface and carries it in her bill, pulling her fearless friend alongside as they chat and reminisce about their many adventures over the years. Both of them feel an unbreakable bond of a rare and wonderful friendship.

As they near the centre of the pond, a gentle fog blankets them with peace. They hear the owl above and the quieting of the crickets. The frogs have now taken over the nocturne, and a bat swooshes over them as it captures a moth. Asteria spontaneously feels the need to dance on the lily pad in celebration. GiGi quietly watches and smiles to herself as the midnight hour approaches. In a low and raspy voice, she says, Be still with me. Asteria nods with respect and sits cross-legged in the middle of the beautiful red lily. After a moment, Mother GiGi lets the stem fall back into the water and says, I love you.

And I love you, Asteria replies.

The majestic goose glides away in solitude, towards the moon, so effortlessly that not a ripple is made. No one knows how old she is, only that she has always been here, serving them all as matriarch. As she fades into the mist, a great silence spills forth over the water and surrounding land. A brilliant light from the moonbeams fills the fog. Every creature of the night is frozen in the stillness as they watch Mother GiGi fly like she hasn’t flown in years, up the moonbeams. She is magnificent and elegant. As she reaches Selene, she gently kisses her cheek and then she is gone. Tears emerge from Selene’s eyes, turning into falling stars, filling the night sky with a spectacular show like none other before.

Asteria does not move for the longest time, feeling the vast emptiness surround her. All activities have ceased, waiting for Asteria’s signal to resume some kind of normalcy, but she cannot do so. The snowy owl sweeps down and gently lifts her, carrying her back to Mother GiGi’s nest. She covers herself in loose feathers, and falls asleep in their comfort. A family of quail surround her and diligently watch over their night pixie. Wild dreams fill her restless mind. Vivid images of Mother GiGi, who now has the face of Asteria’s true mother, a periwinkle-haired pixie with the gentlest smile, float through her dreams as clearly as if she could see. There is also an awareness of an unknown being lurking on the outskirts of her garden. So many visions swirl in her head. She is not afraid. An overwhelming curiosity lights her soul on fire and sends sparklers throughout her entire body. Once again, she knows this is real, but does not understand what it all means. She drifts listlessly in and out of this dream state, and suddenly awakens to the sound of the mourning doves breaking the silence of the night. Asteria startles abruptly and panics because she must return to her moonflower before it closes. As she stands, she