Who did we make P*TAG for?
P*TAG is for a girl who, like Marilyn Singer, sees a pier and hears “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay”;
Or for a boy like Betsy Franco’s Ovid, who might drive on the beach some night thinking about a girl with piercings;
for Allan Wolf, who burps up kittens;
for Naomi Shihab Nye, who says:
What if, instead of war,
we shared our buckets
of wind and worry?
P*TAG is for you if you are tired of aunts and uncles forever asking what you want to be when you grow up (David L. Harrison);
and for you if you can look at a crowd and see “spirits…being extracted from their bodies” (Lorie Ann Grover).
What are your wishes? Heidi Mordhorst asks: “What if there were a Come-True Tree somewhere?”
Do you have secrets?
Random Buddhist manifestos.
(Tracie Vaughn Zimmer has mystery in her blood.)
P*TAG wants you to fall in love with a guitar player. (Kathi Appelt)
If some night you walk down a street
so deep inside a chorus of sad voices
that you cannot–simply can’t–look up,
and it all seems impossible,
. . .
Take another step,
a slow step, another,
Play along with p*tag:
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