Sightless Scribbles
Sightless Scribbles
Robert Kingett
Meow. This is my blog and website. I'm scared of being famous but I love people sharing my work. I'm a totally blind, gay, author and accessibility consultant. I used to be legally blind. For more background, check out my about page.
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Listen to An Open Letter to the Future Man Who Will Hold My Face Mood: Daring to hope that a man will read this and heed it like a religious text. To You, I don't know your name yet. I don't know the specific music of your voice. But I...
Mood: Daring to hope that a man will read this and heed it like a religious text. To You, I don't know your name yet. I don't know the specific music of your voice. But I know that one day, you might perform an act of profound and sacred...
Listen to The Cruelty of Many, The Grace of One Mood: Like a found object, after being lost for a very long time. Some days, the world is a conspiracy of sharp edges. Today was one of those days. It started with my two hours of sleep. I...
Mood: Like a found object, after being lost for a very long time. Some days, the world is a conspiracy of sharp edges. Today was one of those days. It started with my two hours of sleep. I didn't get sleep last night because my neighbor...
Listen to The Gift Horse's Mouth is Full of Terrible Braille There is a special kind of terror reserved for the moment a well-meaning, sighted friend says, with a voice beaming with pride, “I got you something! I saw it and thought of...
There is a special kind of terror reserved for the moment a well-meaning, sighted friend says, with a voice beaming with pride, “I got you something! I saw it and thought of you.” My friend, Lorenzo, is one of the kindest people I know....
This was a previously published short story. Listen to the audio version here Introduction. We all have writing that we look back on and think, hmm, this was fun, but it didn't age well. This story features subtle psychological abuse. In...
Since I am having a bit of a drafting slump, you all get to read an essay I did way back in college. In truth, it wasn't my best work. The citations are incorrect, and my thesis was not very strong. Still, I believe it's really good to...
Listen to The Gospel of the Public Library In a world that screams, that demands, that sells, that commodifies every waking second of your attention, the public library is a quiet and profound act of rebellion. It is one of the last true...
Listen to The Gospel of the Public Library In a world that screams, that demands, that sells, that commodifies every waking second of your attention, the public library is a quiet and profound act of rebellion. It is one of the last true...
Listen to A Requiem for My Dignity, Sacrificed at the Altar of AI via my podcast I consider myself a technologically competent person. I can navigate the internet's darkest corners and wrestle with code that would make a lesser mortal...
Listen to A Requiem for My Dignity, Sacrificed at the Altar of AI via my podcast I consider myself a technologically competent person. I can navigate the internet's darkest corners and wrestle with code that would make a lesser mortal...
Listen to The Kingett Guide to Free Pizza Hunger is the mother of invention. Spite, however, is the godmother of glorious, systemic sabotage. And last night, I was feeling both profoundly hungry and divinely spiteful. My target was...
Listen to The Kingett Guide to Free Pizza Hunger is the mother of invention. Spite, however, is the godmother of glorious, systemic sabotage. And last night, I was feeling both profoundly hungry and divinely spiteful. My target was...
I have been kissed before. I want to be clear about that. My lips have been met by others. But I am not sure I have ever had a kiss. The kisses I have known were acts of punctuation. They were periods, used to end a negotiation. They...