This poem was inspired by a musical/noise and visual performance by my friend Kevin Chini at the Bat Cave in Arcata, CA.
She died and they viewed it as a t… Salvation was not hers. The real tragedy is their judgment as it limits them from seeing the life she lived;
Finding effortlessness in the healing process through acceptance and creativity. Every part of me makes up my entir… No need to hate
Melting, melting, my barriers are… old beliefs formed as a child begi… as truth comes forth to replace th… I move past this victim role & beg… I express gratitude for your prese…
Walked into a coffee shop to read… couldn’t help but notice the older… in the corner counting dirty chang… with a smile on her face. She looked up at me,
Why can’t we be human together? Because unchecked assumptions Because prejudice Because colonialism Because white supremacy
the awkward girl complains about g… she doesn’t quite understand what… they tell her she’s real and it’s… and most intriguing, which is why… she loves people and making connec…
There’s a living entity whose sole… providing the necessities for all… Our wants may be insatiable, but s… for everything she offers comes fr… Food, water, shelter, and air,
My target is the life hiding insid… The traumatized, the victims Who don't yet know they're survivo… Who walk around with an intense Mostly overwhelming sense of dread
Trapped in a fishbowl put on display for all to observe. Just keep swimming, back and forth… Most choose to ignore or worse, judge.
I choose to use this moment of tim… I am stardust in human form. A miraculous, beautiful existence. My recent self-integration has led… A cosmic dance among various bodie…
1). World of possibility veiled in the hands of a little gi… faded out of consciousness... 2).
Sometimes I’m an emotional weirdo… Sometimes I just wanna turn my br… Sometimes I forget that we all go… and sometimes I remember the speci… Seeing beauty in the inconsistency…
I was reaching for mustard and fel… It was viscerally exciting, want a… Did I finger you? No, you did not finger me. I imagine it’s like a squirrel’s s…
Woke up enveloped with fear and de… Crying uncontrollably as the day b… Pain from my past seeping into my… The struggle within can no longer… can no longer be pushed further an…
center “I’m just gonna play what I wanna… cause it feels good to do that.” Funk yeah, Beth! Funk yeah!