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...
love people poems political separated society
Political poems are love poems, and then love poems can be political in this society where people can be so separated from each other.
love-is magic melting
Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.
love-you small-talk
Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.
inspirational falling-in-love autumn
Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.
love-you forever hula
But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever
skins bullets lovers
We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.
sunshine love-is want
Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.
heart storm lovers
Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.
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.
someday dare trade
Someday we will dare to trade good for true
wings feelings world
she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing
inspirational heart home
Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.
hitting hitting-back bottom
But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.