This special issue of demos journal is an autonomous issue edited by members of the Disability Justice Network...

Mobways, time spans everywhen. Time is not a straight line with a start and finish – an individual beginning on a journey from one end, facing the future, back to the past, their position along the line as they travel the present. Nah, not mobways.

the time travel that comes with seeing your baby self through the lens of all the things that happened in between then and now. In this liminal realm I find the space between what could have been and what is.

#LookBeyond the prisons we let kill you cripples burn them to the ground! #LookBeyond the institutions we let hide you cripples kick the locked doors down!

Blue light filter on My body was scrubbed red in the shower In bed, I rest with an inch open window Wind flows in, hitting my face illuminated by the evening feed

This is my story of how the lived experience of illness forced me to confront ways in which capitalism has truly messed up our health system.

I feel that I don’t truly belong anywhere. As a brown migrant Muslim woman, my intersecting identities allow me to be a part of diverse communities, but parts of me are not accepted and get left behind.

‘Are you telling me that you expect an artist fee or even a mentee fee while sitting at home, online, on their computer during a Zoom workshop?’

Made from waters from the Castillian spring And white cloth They gave me a star shaped eye Count me a madman

I am of the Nira’ Baluk, a people who lived in a place where fire and water will walk the exact same paths at different times.