Grass grows beside a solitary stone
it means your memories are still alive in my heart fossilized
if a colorful bird alights upon it and sings
it is our shared dream
if a cloud lingers overhead
it is a promise made in a dry season of love
if a snake slithers by it
it is a love-rival that always intrigued against us
if a dog is sitting there
it is our reliable friend
but if the grass blossoms into flowers
and their fragrance fills my inner atmosphere
it means you are on your way
by the way, where are you, Oh Jan e Mann!
Note: Jan e Mann: Oh my life
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swansona day ago in Pride
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