Where Faith, the Real World & Gay Life intersect!

A Man Chooses Death in Belgium

A Man Chooses Death in Belgium

Oct 23, 2013

A man chooses death in Belgium * Something went wrong with the surgeries, the article said “Botched,” I believe is the word that was used Born a woman, the man transforming felt like a monster His former breasts ragged remnants, and his manhood A thing of reprehensible sight. He decided the agony had no right to claim him; He chose euthanasia. His...

Soul Business, and Others

Soul Business, and Others

Sep 5, 2013

Soul Business Ain’t after objective gold power or prestige I’m after the peace and quiet a rested soul deserves I’m in the business of saving my own soul One bird song and shade tree at a time   Life’s Yin Yang of Love Then parts of the world love me then parts love me not  And the same goes for me loving parts of the world  ...

Haiku to You, Too

Haiku to You, Too

Aug 23, 2013

The following are excerpts from A.W. Strouse’s Haiku to You, Too. Witty, sensual, laced with religious undertones, they are little meditative pieces reflective of his peculiar gay and Christian sensibility. *** the trick is to love your own life so much you would even die for it *** who needs the gift but you have the wrapping *** god is Yes, and satan No...

Under the Moon

Under The Moon* Up round-top way Standing under a full moon Centered in the baby blue morning sky My slippers slide from fresh, cool mud My legs itch from the thirsty morning mosquito <biting as I’m writing> Those brilliant brown/black/white birds sing and disappear <with clicks and clacks> The blood suckers and misty rains chase me inside my turtle...

African-American History

African-American History

Jul 2, 2013

African-American History We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are irrelevant. And If you’re not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate. This is how I feel and poetry is the medium that I’m telling it. Liberty is a boon, so you just might want to cherish...

A Decision, and You Make Me Proud

A Decision, and You Make Me Proud

May 29, 2013

A Decision Let my table be lonesome, so that my salutations will be acquired through quietness and mindful of gleaming silence, and away goes the acute, barren neurosis of meaningless talk. To be there in full solidity, as one, admiring, eases respect for the other. Attention will never veer from the place I continue to sit, but other realities will rise too...

Pieces of ME

Pieces of ME

Apr 21, 2013

The pieces of me that often remain scattered because I don’t like to see the total picture have caused me to suffer identity crisis. The pain I went through only to see a total mess caused me to shake my life like an Etch-A Sketch to see if I could try again, but to no avail. To reminisce on love lost friends lost and family made me feel as if I was unworthy...

Is It, First Touch, and The Woman In Me

Is It, First Touch, and The Woman In Me

Mar 6, 2013

Is It is it your warmth is it your beauty is it your courage is it your sweetness what is it? it must be your breath it must be your voice it must be your laughter it must be your smile what is it? is it when you breathe is it when you talk is it when you laugh is it when you smile what is it? is it husky is it sassy is it soft is it sweet what is it? is it...

Pastime

Pastime

Jan 15, 2013

I sit in a dim-lit corner of Lavery Library recessing into a shallow-cushioned window seat with a book — a familiar pastime, at least for me — the heft of the Catholic Encyclopedia rests ponderously on my knees. John Fisher looks down on me, portentous and woodenly austere. I am here to study, I suppose, though I am not studying right now. I was...

love One

love One

Jan 4, 2013

365 days of loving you exclusively; It started with the color purple and had its shades of blue. But the one thing that kept me pressing on was my sureness of your love for me. Many times I’ve felt vulnerable… But our love, His love- Keeps us One. You’ve spent your life building a wall that I climb. Sometimes it’s not easy, but I continue to climb because I’ve...