Stream of Consciousness

Trauma
Author's Note: I was asked to join others for a day on the topic of trauma. What it is and healing from it for Native Americans and people of color, and LGBTQ+ populations. Should be fun.There is a panel and a breakout with people from each of these groups. A co-trainer and I will handle both a panel presentation and a breakout presentation.
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Thunder Rolling
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Queue is a Ridiculous Word
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Love comes as peace
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Box, Stage Left: A Monologue in Three Acts of Deception
Author's Notes Preamble: I wanted to put this right before the action takes place. I am finally published outside of Vocal and by anyone other than myself! This poem is one of two submitted to Vocal legends' Celia and River In Underland's awesome new publication, The Underland Review. This poem and one called "In Situ After “I Need My Girl” by The National (which I will publish on Vocal at another time) are featured in the August 2025 edition, among other names many people will be familiar with.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
How I feel about this boy
I like the way he makes me feel when I’m in bed with him. The way he touches, caresses me makes me feel seen and adored. It’s too soon for this to be true of course, but the fact that he makes me feel this way is to be noted.
By Hermela Yeshakabout a year ago in Poets