A mission statement of sorts?
Well, it’s been 50 years and I got inspired listening to a documentary about it, especially about the almost legendary transwomen from those early days.
A fitting poem to post on the last day of Pride Month.
Life as a garden.
Sometimes, it seems…
Some more reflections on our society…
The word, the concept, the ideal, the illusion.
Getting a little political again, sorry.
Well, if I made any money off of my poetry, I guarantee that all proceeds from this would go to some good (probably LGBTQ) charity, yes.
Some musings on the law and justice.
Another poem on diversity.