Poems from 14nuenat

The end. So many of us fear it. Being forgotten, being gone- just not being anymore.   But if these first 100 days have told me anything,...
When I heard a gay club was held up, I asked if the police had done it.   While I did not live through Stonewall, police violence is always...
It is easy to love you. It is easy to be your friend. It is easy to look in those deep brown eyes and say that this is the way it should...
I do not speak well, I do not speak well intimately, I do not speak well publicly, I do not speak well socially, But I speak well only when...
Many seem to find brown displeasing, plain, overdone.   But have they seen the soft loam  which gives them life and absorbs the heavenly...

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