Published inThe Word Artist·PinnedMember-onlyYes, I Am Still a ChristianI am a disciple of Christ — It seems the voices around me are growing ever louder. From the one side, it’s “You can’t be LGBTQ+ and a Christian! Pride is a sin!” From the other side, it’s “Why would you want to associate yourself with a group that has caused so much pain and suffering? …Essay3 min readEssay3 min read
Published inPrism & Pen·1 day agoMember-onlyI Will Be All Right — a poem of bisexual desireA ballad inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXVI — I watch you walk toward the altar, Veiled and gowned in white; Your look of love is for another. I will be all right. When you’re around, I am unsteady, Giddy, dizzy, weak; My heart’s erratic, tongue is twisted. Do you think I’m a freak? I am in love with…LGBTQ2 min readLGBTQ2 min read
4 days agoMember-onlyVermin, Monsters, Animals, InhumanWhat happens when we stop seeing each other as people? — Years ago, when I was still on Facebook, I shared a photo of Adolf Hitler holding hands with a child while they walked together. The caption pointed out that even Hitler was human, and when we lose sight of that we can forget that we are not that different. …Politics2 min readPolitics2 min read
Published inThe Word Artist·Nov 24Member-onlyRoses Have Thorns — a poem of love and thanksgivingA Lannet inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXV — You never promised me a bed of roses, Never said that there would be no thorns; In order to have rain, we must have clouds. Each morning’s light forebodes the looming night, And spring’s warm thaw portends the winter’s cold. You vowed that you would always stand with me, That you would always love me, come…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inPrism & Pen·Nov 21Member-onlyBroken Promises — a queer Christian poetic lamentAn English sonnet inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXIV — You promised me true love with no conditions; You swore your light would chase away the clouds; You said you had the answers to all questions, Your gates were open wide to welcome crowds. You told me you would be my sword and shield, And that you’d stand beside me come…LGBTQ2 min readLGBTQ2 min read
Published inPrism & Pen·Nov 17Member-onlyI Read Sexually Explicit Books When I Was a Child — I’m Still AsexualBooks are powerful, but they cannot change who you are — My mom used to take me to library book sales, where they get rid of discarded books for pennies. She would buy anything I picked out without question. I usually chose fantasy and sci-fi, but once I picked up a spy thriller with attack dogs, piranhas, and lots of sex…LGBTQ3 min readLGBTQ3 min read
Published inThe Word Artist·Nov 16Member-onlyThe Sun Comes Out — a poem of hopeA ballad inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXIII — Each morning when the Sun comes out To kiss the meadows green, The magic of your gilded light Reminds me I am seen. From mountaintops to open plains, Dawnslight rides on the breeze, And I remember I still live Despite my enemies. And, when the basest clouds obscure The splendour of…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inThe Word Artist·Nov 14Member-onlyWill My Words Live On? — a poem of hopeA Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXII — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inThe Word Artist·Nov 8Member-onlyAnd There Reigns Love — a poem of comfort in griefA Villonnet inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXXI — O Love, you are the tears that cool my eyes, That comfort me through memories of loss, That wash away all suffering and woe, And there you reign; with you I will arise. A broken, contrite heart you won’t despise; Deliver me from guilt and grief and pain, Renew my spirit and…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published inThe Word Artist·Nov 1Member-onlySorrow’s End — a poem of bittersweet remembrance of time pastA Kyrielle inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet XXX — Oh, soothing silence, sweet and still, Oh, memories that cheer or chill, From woe to woe I oft descend, So bittersweet at sorrow’s end. Oh, Love, I hold you close, but then, Oh, Loss, you take me down again. …Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
