In case you still like the feeling of holding something real.

Beginning Middle Man. Its poetry is surprisingly straightforward, honest and strong, adult without apology. All gay-eros, all the time, a way of remaining true to what I’ve known since I was 17: if we’re not talking about sex, then we’re not talking about ourselves.

These poems are like most men I know and love, rough around the edges and awkward in the extreme. But still beautiful. 

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They said we were sick. Doctors. Our fathers. They burned us with their hatred, their fury. They left us for dead. They didn’t know we could heal. Or what was on our side.

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Poem? Click here.

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