Let us meet in a place with no fences, endless sky, boundless potential, opening from the heart.
“Many of the stories we tell ourselves (of what it means to be men, to be human, to be love) we did not invent, we inherited. Often they were forced into our genetic timeline through violence of invasion, abuse of a home, ugliness of forced intimacy. When this “story” becomes an environment our children are raised in, they see it not as an invasion, but as routine. How then does a society interrupt a cycle if not with imagination? How then do we begin healing ourselves if not by healing our stories?”
— Poet Mark Gonzales, from “TOWARDS A CYCLE OF HEALING”