Lets not forget the important stuff.
I am grateful to my friends.
All the candles, burning in the cemeteries and churchyards tonight…
Was thinking hard about the whole freedom of speech thing, with how certain groups are allowed to march and protest in cities (and how such a group’s presence made me change my plans that day).
He is a very good boy, indeed.
A mission statement of sorts?
Another day, another acrostic.
I may have done this before, but still…
A hard word to define.
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.