Poetry

Giramondo

Un’isola come un mondo condensato canta il suo mistero le sue incertezze Nella Serenissima balla il flusso di gente venuto da non si sa dove L’isola diventa un luogo giramondo in cui i cuori si intrecciano in silenzio mentre la…

Jeux de maux

Une génération qui inspire, une inspiration qui génère. Image: Marica Zottino

Cosmic Labyrinths

                                         Each passion has a backdoor                              …

Thoughts I have when I’m at a Gay Bar

Here’s the (bitter) tea     (soz, I left the teabag in for too long); That guy with the crisp haircut and beard is cute, but is he too old for me? Nah, I’ve had older…     (is that a problem?)…

Sappho in the 21st Century

Sappho was an ancient Greek poet who lived on the island of Lesbos. She did so much gay stuff on the island that we named lesbians after it. Despite living ages ago, she has a lot to tell us about…

A Work (not) in Progress

I am a work not in progress A haphazardly constructed script  Archived on the writing desk  Never to be thought of or pondered But to be locked away in the cupboard  Lest anyone attempt to trace I am a work…

Le spleen n’est plus à la mode (c’est pas compliqué d’être heureux)
Title credits - lyrics by Angèle and Romeo ElvisPicture credits - Jamaica1802 (Pixabay)
Nomad

I live in a suitcase,  My head rests on a pile of scrunched up multi colored socks,  Bedsheets made of folded blue washed out pair of ripped jeans,  Covers composed of warm winter turtlenecks and marine blue wool jumpers,  Constantly…

You know we care…

Pursuing Masters in Health and ID, I enjoy writing poetry on social issues. This poem is based on the theme- public-sector health insurance scheme.

Love/Hate

I was embarrassed when you first showed up That first night And my agony at your existence It intensified over time I am so sorry that I hated you For so long, every single day Ever since I can remember,…

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