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 [dedicated to all Homosexual couples, and all young men who have discovered, in their natures, love for other young men] Naked except for s... [read more] |
 ما كلُّ مَن فَلَّ السنين يُطارِحُأو كل مَن سَلَّ الفؤادَ يُصارحُما زال في سِفْر الشعور بقيّةُ تُتلى وفى بُؤَرِ الحنين مَطارحُفعلامَ... [read more] |
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I’m grateful that I have known the love of my family my friends my wife which has helped me understand how vital love is to a life.... [read more] |
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May we all be blessed to love and be loved by other people … with a chance to share our hopes and dreams and prayers….. ... [read more] |
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I asked the wind the other day: Where do you find the strength to blow? and where do you originate… please wind won’t you tell me…I’d... [read more] |
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Saturday; absent from you; I, quite alone, feel my heart gush tears, my resentment like stone--- hard, rough-edged, and totally impervious t... [read more] |
 Redbrick leans into the salt wind, fingers tracing faint ridges in damp sand. “Where is my oyster?” he asks the... [read more] |
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With your boyfriend, you "got naked" and made love, YoungWill; on your part, you wanted to explore, enjoy, and fulfill his most erotic, unsp... [read more] |
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We turn the lamps low, as if light itself might disturb the bindings. Dust moves in slow constellations between us. The table... [read more] |
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The box in the attic never asked to be opened. Its lid sagged with the patience of decades. Inside: envelopes addressed but ne... [read more] |
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Bindings Some bindings creak when opened, as if they’ve been holding their breath for years. Others part without sound, trusting you... [read more] |
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Between Shelves The air here is thick with the weight of almosts. Books lean toward one another, spines whispering the title... [read more] |
 A recent college grad named Valerie Accepted a job with an art gallery Must be out of her mind Jobs are hard to find But this jo... [read more] |
 I love the hush of early mornings, when the air itself feels unfinished, like a canvas washed with pale strokes of silver before the painter... [read more] |
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I am grateful for having the genes of an optimist… and all the joy they bring… making every day I wake up feel like the very fi... [read more] |