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...
grief writing want
The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.
writing
I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong
writing heart remember-you
Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
inspirational writing yarn
In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.
writing air practice
I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.
pain heart writing
Don't google your name. Ever. Don't “search” for yourself on anything that glows in the dark. Don't let your beauty be something anyone can turn off. Don't edit your ugly out of your bio. Let your light come from the fire. Let your pain be the spark, but not the timber. Remember, you didn't come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.
heart home writing
I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.
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!