Whispers from the Mirror: More Confessional Poems to Face…

Fed on Dirt

we knew neither compassion nor remorse

Pain Felt Alive

I heard you panting, groaning,

You Blinded Me

and caressed my ache to be loved

Whispers from the Scars: Whispers from the Closet: More Poems of Gay Identity and Truth…

The Devil Whispered My Name

I lay in a pillowy green field

Sparkling Emerald Eyes

your arms, like carved oak, protected me

Heterovert

your slur—my ceaseless derogation

Whispers of Protest: More Social Poems to Shout…