BORDERLAND
Author: Ross Victory
GENRE: LGBTQ Poetry
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Borderland is not just a poetry collection—it’s an invitation to explore the most vulnerable corners of the human experience. Award-winning author Ross Victory takes readers on an emotional journey across the intersections of masculinity, race, bisexuality, and grief. In a fearless blend of narrative and free verse, Victory dismantles societal expectations, offering a space where identity can exist fluidly and unapologetically.
Through
its evocative imagery and bold storytelling, Borderland tackles life’s most
complex themes—love, loss, strength, and defiance. Each poem immerses readers
in raw emotion, from tender vulnerability to fierce defiance. This collection
is perfect for readers seeking honest, unfiltered reflections on what it means
to exist at the crossroads of identity and experience.
With
a voice that’s as unique as it is powerful, Ross Victory has created a
collection that speaks to anyone searching for connection and understanding.
Borderland isn’t just a book—it’s a movement, a conversation, and a space to
find yourself reflected in its pages.
Step
into the borderland, where identity knows no boundaries.
Excerpt
Three:
The
Watchtower
I am a lone sniper standing watch
over my heart,
On a fortress wrought with steel and barbed wire.
I scan the horizon, forever askance,
Enemy or ally? Escape or endure?
Isolation strips away my doubt.
Perched still and silent,
High and ready above the world.
Mirages in the distance,
Stirrings in the sand,
Hallucinations in my mind,
A phantom wasteland.
In this tower,
Each approaching step
Sparks memories of betrayal,
Too vivid to forget.
Steady aim, my rifle cracks—
I descend.
Moving with stealth and care,
To find a crumpled note,
“Do you need help? We see you alone up there.”
How do I distinguish,
Between enemy and peer?
Steady aim, my rifle cracks—
I descend.
Another crumpled letter,
“I’m in love with you.”
Atop the watchtower,
Guarded by suspicion,
Threats of war outweigh my desire for love,
On guard, I am stifled by my own protection.
Ready, aim…
Once, I came down to aid a woman calling for help,
Blade to the neck, a sword in my side
She robbed me of everything,
Scars remain
Oh, the irony that echoes,
In this needle's eye,
Among glorious clouds, silken air,
I repel the saving light.
One day, I may know the truth,
Sometimes love knocks.
Until that day,
In the Borderland's cruel lore,
My instinct, my watchtower a monument,
To a boy lost in war.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Website: https://www.rossvictory.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rossvictoryofficial
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