J. Delaney-Howe
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Bipolar poet. Father. Grandfather. Husband. Gay man. I write poetry, prose, some fiction and a good bit about family. Thank you for stopping by.
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The Queer Vocal Voices Unofficial Spring Poetry Challenge
Spring is here! Welcome to the Queer Vocal Voices unofficial spring poetry challenge. We want to know what spring looks like where you live. The sights, the smells, the sounds…tell us all about it- in poetry form.
By J. Delaney-Howe10 days ago in Pride
- Top Story - April 2024
Against My Will
I have never shied away from writing about my life with bipolar disorder. I firmly believe mental health is something that should be talked about, not hidden away like some dirty little secret. That is how we remove the stigma of mental health disorders.
By J. Delaney-Howe2 months ago in Psyche
Love: It's All Greek To Me
Mark and I met one night on a dating app. Neither of us was looking for a relationship, but here we are, together for nine years and married for five years. We have a solid, loving marriage now, but it wasn’t always that way. It was a long road to get here, and the lessons we have learned along the way taught us what true love is and is not.
By J. Delaney-Howe3 months ago in Humans
My First PRIDE Parade
(This piece is for the unofficial challenge in Queer Vocal Voices. The prompt is "What Does Pride Mean To You".) I didn’t know what to expect at the first PRIDE parade I went to. The gay community where I live is…challenging for a lack of a better term. (I will save that story for another time.) Being just out of the closet, I had no idea what the point of the parade was. Until I did some research into why we have pride parades. That is when I learned of the Stonewall riots, and the first parade the year following the riots.
By J. Delaney-Howe3 months ago in Pride
- Top Story - March 2024
Two Bus TicketsTop Story - March 2024
Jeremy sat on a bench outside the bus station while the snow fell softly. Holding two tickets to the city in his hand, his heart was pounding. He used his savings to buy the tickets, and they would live off the rest. He looked at his watch, wondering where Colt was. They were supposed to meet at the bus stop fifteen minutes ago, and Colt wasn’t there yet.
By J. Delaney-Howe3 months ago in Fiction