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.
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.
broken-heart moon doctors
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.
sick never-trust wells
I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.
skins bullets lovers
We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.
okay feels knows
Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.
rain heart broken
When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.
night light storm
We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...
rain heart angel
It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.
destruction
We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.