A poem about the way our institutions and some people fail to protect young trans people and profit off their deaths in different ways, while the people who loved them are left to deal with the actual grief.
Aliveness
Artwork by Cole Lopez (They/Them) The morning my grandfather died I slept. An ocean away I dreamt that an angel leaned to kiss his cheek And I tried to push it away but instead I screamed My hands passing through…
Holding On to Let Go
Photo by Zoë Collins (She/Her) She felt the presence approach her before she heard the sand shifting beside her head. “This isn’t like you.” She opened her eyes to a half squint. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she responded. “Come…
