Here is this week’s list of poems, essays, and tidbits from my favourite corners of the web.
But can we, in our developed world of medical and social care, begin to imagine their anguish when doctors advised them that the only way they could ensure the twins would be cared for and properly educated was to give them up to an institution for children designated “irecuperabil”(impossible to recuperate)?
Somewhere Between A-three and A-four via JAHesch. Like Joe, I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately. One of the towns I grew up in had a few different rivers that met in the middle of it. I used to love walking past them and seeing how high the water levels had risen when I went to the library. There were some times in the summer when so much water had evaporated that you could actually climb down onto the side of the riverbed and walk on dry ground beside the temporarily smaller stream. I never actually did that, but it sure was tempting during the mugginess of July and August. This poem reminded me of those experiences.
Bisexual Doesn’t Mean Polyamorous via Living_Queer. It amazes me that people are still so quick to assume that these terms are synonyms. While some people do identify as both, they’re two completely different identities.
A Positive Life: How a Son Survived Being Injected with HIV by His Father. This story brought tears to my eyes.
I Am Becky With the Good Hair. I still wonder if the whole thing isn’t a publicity stunt, although the music itself on Lemonade is great.
What have you been reading?