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Shortly after I moved here to Albuquerque to 'start over' after a string of long term failed relationships (and a dead end career) in Dallas, TX, where I lived on and off for 35 years, I settled in to a room in a local church that was $300 per month, all bills paid... (Read more) #poetry #writing #moving #life #travel #movingon #introspection #friendship #nm
This poem was written on 3/30/21 in my poetry book from Jan-Mar 2021, "Persona Non Grata."
Poem written on 3/7/21
Continuing on from my last post... New Home. So, after Alex passed away, I felt compelled to make a change or two in my life. I had sat around for months and months, working from home and still making A's in grad school online. Life had become predictable, depressing, boring and lonely. My family, as... Continue Reading →
"Chalkhills" By Brian Bolding © 2019 Pop Art Trash Productions **** Gliding through the chalkhills Like ghosts, prancing around No legs beneath our knees Just pure white sheets and glistening white faces Candlelit and frozen, walking along in a uniform way The fields afire like illustrated comic strips Black and white and the sadness Is rubbing... Continue Reading →
Having an amazing weekend, I hope you are too! Yesterday was probably one of the most amazing Saturdays I've had in my entire life. I spent a wonderful entire day with my boyfriend B yesterday. It was probably one of a handful of times in the past five months that we've been able to share... Continue Reading →
One of the questions I get asked most by close friends and family is.. "Are you seeing anyone? What's your personal life like?" Well, I live in the middle of a desert (lol.) Albuquerque, to be exact. There isn't exactly the biggest dating pool here, let alone, anything sizable dating population for gay men in... Continue Reading →
Blue Period Poem by Brian Bolding Photo from texasescapes.com 6.21.17 Suffocating silhouettes, Route 66 abandoned gas stations call to me Smoking too many cigarettes Thoughts that live in infamy… (Languishing away in a coffeeshop on a Saturday Vignettes of loneliness Scattered through my mind If only I had the courage To stand up... Continue Reading →
Ballistik Coffee Boy. 