Confessions
she's a habit. an 8 am class that I take, a 5 pm phone call that I make, my best/worst muse.
Archive for the tag Poems
Poem: Wild And Windswept
I am taught by these women
fortunate enough to have had them raise me
whether in my house or oceans away
across time
Hindi Poem: Pillow
Hindi Poem by Shubhshree Mathur.
Poem: How Do You Know?
how do you know it's girls?
i wonder as my friend comes out to me
how do you know the limit of your love?
and somehow, weird quizzes dragged me all over the internet
Poem: You
You buy me your favorite Carlos Luis Zafón
& beg, no demand that I read it.
You don't "take favors”
But blushed when I gave you Neruda's Twenty Love Poems- Michael Faudet's erotic poetry, you said, "touched you in places-"
Graphic Short Story: My Imaginary Friend
Meera made a friend in the glass case she suffocated in for 25 years.
Poem: The Whole Is Bigger Than Half And Half
Here, bisexuality is more like
bye sexuality
like gay, but not gay enough,
like double the options (or so you think)
but eight times the panic.
acatalepsy
The universe tells you nothing.
But when I first laid my eyes upon her left shoulder,
and saw a tiny, black mole
all this logic was gone.
Poem: Gulmohar Tree
Shyam and Bunty
Sucking on ripe mangoes,
Skipping school
And so, in the cool shade of the Gulmohar tree,
They bend and break their first ever rule.
Poem: Who Are Pansexuals?
It is a sexual and emotional orientation that identifies with having intimate and romantic relationships with any and every gender.
Poem: Don’t Tell Me To Cut My Hair
An intellectual phenomenon, almost
Ready for you to stare at but never touch
And debate what these clothes mean, this hair, this skin, this nail hanging limply at the end of my
finger
Poem: Pink
The luminous room was welcoming,
A place where he was transformed,
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
This is where his life reformed.
Poem: A Year
we've (made it through) /
one day at a time /
(hurdles crossed together) /
still figuring and (navigating)
All The Things I Lost In The Desert
Number one: sunshine
It seemed odd to lose the thing that was most in abundance
And yet, it slipped away, ray by ray
Until there was only the darkness
Poem: Just A Person
Here, bisexuality is more like
bye sexuality
like gay, but not gay enough,
like double the options (or so you think)
but eight times the panic.
Queer Poet Richard Siken Needs Your Support!
Given the sudden change in his circumstances, we—as Richard’s publishers, community of friends, and extended family of writers and readers who’ve come to love his work over the years—need to rally financial support to help him through the coming months.
Poem: Path To Acceptance
An abnormality he thought,
And then with himself he fought.
He thought of himself as foul,
So god's help he sought.
Poem: With Love And Rose Coloured Glasses
Like a panacea, a magic formula for all sickness
Or the ancient supercontinent Pangaea,
Panromantic and Pansexual is an affinity
For humanity
Less to do with gender and more to do,
With love.
Poem: Man Who Loves A Man
And no one knows what happens
Behind closed doors
It's the only time I can hold your hand,
The one time that smiles aren't forced.
Poem: Infatuation
My voice could never make a sound
Hers is like silence twirling around
Even a sigh could reach her and shy away
