Andrea Gibson

Come See me in the Good Light

It’s strange – when you come to know the work of an artist where it feels as though you might actually know them (we don’t, of course – it just feels that way) – but then you come to the moment where you realize there’s nothing new left of theirs for you to consume –Continue reading “Come See me in the Good Light”

I’ve been trying to come up with something to say about the death of Andrea Gibson for almost a month, and words continue to fail me. It’s strange, mourning the death of someone you didn’t know very well – but felt like you did. The amount of time I physically spent with Andrea added upContinue reading “Andrea Gibson”

National Poetry Month – Andrea Gibson

I first heard the name Andrea Gibson about a decade ago when a friend mentioned them (Gibson’s pronouns are they/them/their). My friend said Gibson was their favorite poet and said they were coming to campus and asked if I would come along. I am so very glad I said yes. Gibson has a way withContinue reading “National Poetry Month – Andrea Gibson”