Archive for the ‘Free Verse’ Category

Essay: Why I'm So Conscious of Being Gay

written by Warren J. Blumenfeld, Iowa State University I was [once] asked something like, why am I still so conscious of being gay, and why am I still doing the work, when a friend of mine – someone with whom I marched with in the early 1970s in the Gay Liberation Front years – doesn’t...
October 25th, 2009 | Free Verse | Read More

L2E: Racism, Marriage, and Civil Rights

We are in the midst of a civil and human rights movement in our country, and each headline telling of discrimination and the many forms it takes highlights where our work for equality must be continue to be done. Recently Keith Bardwell, a white justice of the peace in Louisiana, denied a marriage license...
October 20th, 2009 | Free Verse, L2E | Read More

Essay: The Worst Day Ever

I am remembering the first day I came out to my classroom. My nerves were a jittery bundle, jumping about in my stomach. I was planning on doing this today but now I’m frozen, the teacher is saying something in his funny, monotone voice, and I realize the magnitude of what I’m about to do....
October 15th, 2009 | Free Verse | Read More

Muse

she speaks without words / flitting in and out of time / inspired dew drops fall
September 29th, 2009 | Free Verse, Poetry | Read More

L2E: Hate Crimes, Homophobia, and Michigan Law

Dear Editor, The beating of a local 15-year-old boy because he is gay is a frightening event, not only for those of us who identify as homosexual, but for all who care for us. Almost as outrageous is that what was clearly a hate crime cannot be called such in Michigan because state law does not protect...
September 28th, 2009 | Free Verse, L2E | Read More

what.

this is not a poem for the masses, a piece to be picked apart by academics and judges this is not a poem begging to be heard, nor is this a poem seeking acceptance or in.clusion this is not a poem positioned on its knees you cannot pull alongside it while its rhythms walk the streets and ask “how...
September 28th, 2009 | Poetry | Read More

drink.

she was the breeze eyes closed head tipped back just so she moved with the music she was the music fingers spread wide arms opened wide her hips hypnotized her feet shifted in circles and figure-eights carrying her body from corner to corner of our dance floor i was the beat the base-beat on which her...
September 28th, 2009 | Poetry | Read More

words that fit.

They are too young, most of them. mere pawns, pieces in someone else’s puzzle innocent and unaware of the truth of war. They are too young, most of them. mere fawns, fodder for the end of a muzzle infuriated and overwhelmed by the truth of war. I have looked into the eyes of men and women with nothing...
September 28th, 2009 | Poetry | Read More

Fiction: Passing

I breathe in deeply, one, two, three times, standing straight, my eyes closed, simply feeling my chest expand, and release. Opening my eyes, I graze the bathroom mirror, my half naked body reflecting back at me, and then focus on my cocktail. Picking it up, I take long gulps of the bitter sweet liquor,...
September 28th, 2009 | Fiction, Free Verse | Read More

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