Tag: Poetry
Poetry: I Dreamed…by William Mann
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
“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
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: “A Gay Five-year Old In White Settlement, Texas, in 1942
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
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
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
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
Poetry: “Fun Sunday At Home” by Kevin Hibshman
Fun Sunday At Home He knows me. Knows my need. Sees my bony knees buckling. I grow cold so easily. Even during the dog days of Summer, I am prone to chills. He smiles quizzically. I smile behind my
Poetry: djarum by Lewis Bosworth
djarum boyz to men, mango kids, where’s the rub? little greasy droppings and short pants. boxer shorts or none, men to boyz, they prance, teasing my myopic view of their thighs, their still-wintered pasty skin, as wind and
Come By Starlight by Kevin M. Hibshman
Come By Starlight Cold Night. Stars like powder in your veins. God speed over shifty desert plains. The candle waits as the passion flames in remembrance. Fumes waft silently and they trace a spell. I sense your body dropping in
