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...
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.
running mistake ocean
I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.
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.
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.
letting-go hands verbs
Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!
inspirational enough-already play-hard
I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.
ignorance pieces left
Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.
love-is magic melting
Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.
war summertime cold
You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime
girl cutting boys
Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.