Category: Poetry & Literature

Poetry: I Dreamed…by William Mann

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I Dreamed…   I dreamed I fell asleep on a rose, the most beautiful I had ever seen.   Its petals were soft and bright, each more perfect than the next.   The stem was strong and supportive, the roots

30 LGBT writers you must read before you die: June Jordan

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“We are the ones we have been waiting for.” ― June Jordan When you are an inspired writer, you put a pen in the hands of your heart and you communicate to the world your struggle, your reason and your

Poetry: “Happiness” by Kevin Hibshman

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Happiness   The warmth that grows. That spreads out from within. It must be…   Not sure of whispered beginnings. Cannot fathom imagined ends. Breathing freely… In and out. Out and in.   Love, you are here! Peeking out from

Poetry: UFO Over Clovis, New Mexico, 1951 by Robert Patrick

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I saw a UFO on my way to a friend’s house to study. It loomed over Merriwether Street, the size of a football field, glowing white, shaking the trees and making the dogs bark. A few days later we saw

A Life UNkind: “In The Beginning…” Part II by William Man

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I was the mistake of a lower middle class rural 18 year old woman, Joyce Radakovich and her alcoholic 25 year old husband, Fred Martin (well, the ‘husband’ part came later I firmly believe). She had gone off to Chicago

Poetry: “A Gay Five-year Old In White Settlement, Texas, in 1942

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A GAY FIVE-YEAR OLD IN WHITE SETTLEMENT, TEXAS, IN 1942 by Robert Patrick Mama worked welding wings on bombers called Liberators. My beautiful sisters with naked shoulders flirted with soldiers in outdoor theatres. Daddy sent photos home from the Navy

Poetry: “Chango” by Kevin M. Hibshman

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Chango   I was sitting in reverie by a bright fire when he knelt and pushed back his long, beaded braids. How is it that one so fierce in battle plaits his hair like a woman? He did not speak

Poetry: Not my blood by Yvette Mozayik

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Not my blood Every one wants something from me they’ve taken my heart and my soul control of mind I gave now they want my blood weren’t my tears enough are not my scars the badge of honor they wear

Poetry: “Survivor” by Yvette Mozayik

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survivor you are a survivor girl stand up and be strong you’ve made it through hard times made it through storms girl you’re a survivor stand up and be strong you’ve seen hard times, been through bad marriages the let

A Life UNkind: “In The Beginning…” Part I by William Mann

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In The Beginning… I was born in 1963 in a small hospital in Rochester, Pennsylvania nine days before President Kennedy was assassinated, and my country began its descent into the hell that it has become. And as proof that everyone