creativity | community
The Queer Wildlands Technical Trail Crew writing in the waning sunlight at so-called Kearsarge Lakes, Pamidu Toiyabe / Sierra Nevada, Kings Canyon National Park all those placeswe thought weren'tmeant for us-- go. someone is there waiting for youto arrive or hoping to see youwhen theyfinally make it. there may befaint footprintsto follow, to deepen which … Continue reading p l a c e
he sat me down to "reason" with me under the breadfruit tree telling me i must have children as if all i am is a receptacle for sperm it is like this sometimes with men they think they are allowed to use biology to dictate your choices as though having the power to grow life … Continue reading under the breadfruit tree
As we rode the tuk-tuk across the Bassac River, my aunt pushed her head against mine and asked in a low, conspiratorial voice, "So, don't you think it's time for you to get married and start a family? Do you have any plans?" It was a month into my 3-month stay in Cambodia. My parents … Continue reading get down to plant a seed
instead of grandchildren i birth poems about and for my parents which i rarely show to them i tuck them away in public corners of the internet and dwell in the uncertainty of whether they have ever stumbled onto them never knowing whether the pieces delight or horrify it is easier for children never to … Continue reading procreation, 3
