Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibson
Andrea Gibsonis an award-winning poet and activist who lives in Boulder, Colorado. Gibson's poetry focuses on gender norms, politics, social reform and the struggles LGBTQ people face in today's society...
awhile email heard iraq love wake worry
He is over in Iraq now, ... I worry every day when I wake up. 'How's he doing? I haven't heard from him, what's going on?' Every once in awhile I get an email and he'll say, 'I'm okay, I love you' and that's pretty much how it is.
edition fund funding future given hope secure special university year
This year we were given a one-time fund for this special edition of Engage. We hope to secure funding from the university for a future publications.
loving-yourself lifetime radical
Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.
wall fists rooms
Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.
healing people sometimes
Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.
keys soldier different
and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
halloween stable knows
For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.
ocean kissing storm
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.
yesterday who-i-am pieces
I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.
mirrors glasses feel-good
I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
different forget breathe
We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.
fire naked burning
My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.
loneliness hitting bruises
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.
flower people
I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people