This poem was featured on their site last week. It caught my attention, and hope it catches yours:
Prayer for those who run
I wish you swift wind.
I wish you a changed phone number
that stays changed.
I wish you throwing away the cell the parents bought to track you with.
I wish you the Greyhound,
PATH train, whatever transit you’re waiting for
coming on time
and taking you away express with no stops.
I wish you a city with affordable housing.
An apartment where you smear blood above the door
so their angel of death
will pass you by.
I send you this story:
my people are the fuck ups
the runaways, the ones who waited to tell their parents they were queer,
or remembered, til they were over 21
and couldn’t be committed
— not as much.