Step into the enchanting world of  Pansy , where author Andrea Gibson creates  a tapestry of emotions and experiences that will leave your your mind craving more. With an artful hand, Gibson seamlessly blends themes of love, gender, politics, sexuality, and forgiveness, painting a vivid portrait that will stay with you long after the last page is turned. Through stunning imagery and a fearless exploration of healing, each moment spent immersed in these pages will be a revelation. Pansy  not only serves as a powerful call to action for the world we live in but also an enchanting celebration of wonder, longing, and the enduring power of love. "Their work is deeply haunting and profoundly inspiring. To call them one of the best poets would be a gross understatement. They are a far artist who forever changes those who experience their poems."—Carlos Andrés Gámez Andrea Gibson (1975-2025) was an American poet, performer, activist, and Colorado's ninth poet laureate. In 2008, Gibson won the first Women of the World Poetry Slam. Gibson is known for their work involving gender norms, queer identity, social issues, and LGBTQ+ topics. Gibson is the author of several poetry collections, including You Better Be Lightning (Button Poetry, 2021). They have also won awards and honors such as first place for poetry in the 2023 Feathered Quill Book Awards and the gold medal for poetry in the 2022 Independent Publisher Book Awards. Gibson's other books include Lord of the Butterflies (Button Poetry, 2018), Pansy (Write Bloody Publishing, 2015), The Madness Vase (Write Bloody Publishing, 2015), Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008), and the nonfiction book How Poetry Can Change Your Heart with co-author Megan Falley (Chronicle Books, 2019). Gibson also edited We Will Be Shelter: Poems for Survival (Write Bloody Publishing, 2014), an anthology of poems that address social justice issues. Their works have been finalists for the Goodreads Choice Awards. In addition to their literary achievements, Gibson has released seven albums of spoken word and performance poetry, including Hey Galaxy (2018), Truce (2013), and Flower Boy (2011). Gibson is also a four-time Denver Grand Slam Champion and has earned top placements in national competitions, including fourth in the 2004 National Poetry Slam and third in both the 2006 and 2007 Individual World Poetry Slams. They have been featured on international platforms such as the BBC, C-SPAN, and Air America. Originally from Calais, Maine, Gibson relocated to Boulder, Colorado in 1999. To the Men Cat-Calling my Girlfriend While I'm Walking Beside Her One of the biggest perks to looking the way I do is that I virtually never have to listen to someone like you suck your own dick, out loud, while telling yourself I am what you're swallowing. How do you not know when you open your mouth like that women imagine you would use your mugshot as your Ok Cupid photo? Fail. Fail is what you do every time you think you can ace manhood without ever showing up to class. I mean class as in decency, as in common courtesy, as in the opposite of Let me get a look at that ass, Baby Doll! Congratulations on being another dude who bought his catcalls from Toys R Us. You unoriginal hand-me-down of mediocrity. You mosquito biting your own balls in a swamp of your mother's regret. Yes, I know it's low to call even assholes names. But any feminist who has ever taken the high road will tell you the highroad gets backed up, and sometimes we need to take a detour straight through the belly of uncensored rage. Sometimes we get tired of seeing people's humanity, when they are outright refusing to show us their humanity. And so far all you've shown me is that your voice box is a Rubix Cube you couldn't get right, even if you peeled the fucking stickers off. I don't think you could get all sides clear on why you do not own the air. Or why not everyone takes a bullet as a compliment. And yes, even Hey baby can spiral like a bullet if it is aimed at someone who is not, in fact, your baby. If women have to play dead to walk by your doorstep, you might want to do some work on why a casket turns you on. On why her flinch and startle makes you think you are in charge more than it makes you realize you own power outage. This city is dark with men blowing themselves out. Men burying their own spines in the weight of what they think is theirs to take to own to muzzle to drag into the ditch. This city is dark with men hiding their own hearts like bloody gloves...