Life has been busy, but I’ve decided to share three short poems for the month of August. They’re short and simple, I want to try and express my day-to-day life and show ordinary events in down-to-earth and accessible ways. I’m not sure if this style is what most people would define as poetry or poetic, but it’s how I’m expressing myself for now. Please offer feedback if you have any. Read More
“Join the Parade” was written by Mark Nyman to reflect on the first Pride Parade, the Stonewall Riots, which celebrates its 53rd anniversary on Tuesday, June 28th. Read More
Morning after morning for
the past two and a half years,
I walk down the same street
to get to work, and then
I walk back in the afternoon. Read More
March is over. I swear it was the 17th yesterday, but now tomorrow is April. Read More
There was a guy at work I liked, but he was straight. The other guys at work always made fun of him, jeering with mirthless laughter. He was the punching bag. Read More
In a world where a man is told to show no emotions, to never show weakness, called cowardly for asking for help and to put their physical well-being on the back burner, it sometimes can get difficult to recognize that they are still human and all of this is an unrealistic request for a human. Read More
The leaves are all changing. Autumn is in full reign.
Yellow leaves now decorate this tree before me,
But some remain green. Read More
Night after night, I look upon the stars, I count them as time flies by, waiting for sleep to arrive. Read More
The lamplight dimly spread to the corners of the room, where shadows hide and appear in our faces and cover our bodies. I only took quick glances at his face, I do not think I looked into his eyes, not knowing if they were blue, brown, or green. Read More
I’ll be the first to admit, That I don’t know how to love me. I always try to smother others in love, Give them all of me… Read More
Most days are the same with slight variations — As they should be in a small sleepy suburb. Customers come and go in a hurry, all with their lives as I stay in the store working until Read More
The leaves turn green to orange, yellow, red — and in the final fleeting moments as they wither they decay to brown until eventually dead. We lament the loss of beauty hither Read More
