How about some featured poetry from Edition 3, December 2006:

His Hand
by Nickolas James

I used to reach for your hand when I was smaller
Now sometimes I push it away.
But I’ll never forget how you still loved me
the day I told you I was gay.
We fight a lot and you still yell at me
Every time I act like I don’t care
But the truth is I still idolize you
From the way that you walk
To the clothes that you wear.
God blessed me with you
But you say that I’m wrong
You call me the blessing
Somehow you stay strong.
You’re the man in my life
and you’ve taught me so much.
How to be my own man
How to always stay tough.
I know you panic whenever I’m sick
But then I get better and act like a prick
Still you know I love you
Even if I act out
I hope in your heart there’s never a doubt
Just because I’m not little
I hope you understand.
I’ll always be willing to hold my dad’s hand.

© 2006 Nickolas James

Nickolas James is now a retired author, however, comments are still welcome!
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