Hi, I’m Chris Bevens. I’m a poet, a storyteller, a musician and songwriter among so many other things. I’ve sold popsicles from a custom made tricycle, worked in a butcher shop, a motorcycle shop, a lumberyard, and as a high school yearbook photographer. I was lucky to study poetry with Allen Ginsberg and Anne Waldman along the way of this long strange trip we are all on.
I live in Seattle where I write poems and stories and songs and work on odd little projects, like my diecast racing club I manage as my alter ego Brock Wheeler. I’ve always enjoyed most the areas of life that cross boundaries, defy definition, and bring together disparate elements to make something unusual and fresh. Something to stop me and cause me to think or feel something I hadn’t had access to prior. I don’t fit in a box, and neither does what I tend to share here. I barely know how to describe some of the feelings and inspirations within me. I’m queer, and with hindsight I often wonder how much of the search for myself affected, or was affected by this natural attraction for things that are naturally in opposition to boundaries of all types. I wonder, but I know.
Things I dig that you’ll find on this site: poems, stories, tunes. Some random thoughts. Links to things I dig. Things that stir in me that which needs voice.