The 1st Annual Spider Season was super fun last night, thank you to all who came out on a Saturday night for poetry and then some. Thank you to our host Charlie’s Queer Books, a great little Seattle space in the Fremont neighborhood to celebrate the beginning of Spider Season, facing the coming darkness, andContinue reading “1st Annual Spider Season Reading Was Full of Monsters”
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Poetry, Painting, and Pet Update
Please join me and my co-host, Lev St. Valentine, at Charlie’s Queer Books in Fremont from 7-8pm, Saturday Sept 27 to celebrate the beginning of Spider Season, when Seattle’s tiny monsters set about hanging their webs from all our porch doorways and low hanging tree branches. It’s why we have so few flying insects hereContinue reading “Poetry, Painting, and Pet Update”
A Love Extreme
A couple years ago I was down with COVID, during which time there was a day, delusional with fever, when I listened to Coltrane’s A Love Supreme about two dozen times in a row, reminiscing on a dead friend. He had introduced me to the album decades earlier in his shitty little apartment in BoulderContinue reading “A Love Extreme”
The Coup d’Etat Was Televised
Neither this poem, nor much of modern American culture would be possible without Gil Scott Heron, to whom this is dedicated, and from whom the premise is appropriated. -ChrisYou did watch right at homeYou did turn on, log in, and cop outYou did find yourself on television, on your laptop and on your phoneand youContinue reading “The Coup d’Etat Was Televised”
We Do Not Fear History
A prior version of this poem appeared in the Summer 2024 issue of Suburban Witchcraft Magazine, and I thank the editors there for their continued support! You can also find this version in the zine, Free$5. The track above is of course the duo of D Berger and myself, from our latest round of recordings.Continue reading “We Do Not Fear History”
More Blood Than Bandage Waves
When you see the US flagdo you tally the stars, cornered as they are, before deciding where to park your car?Do you confirmall fifty pentacles in the cotton blue unionclung close to the pole in a grid?Having parked your car,do you consider your positionamongst available spacesrelative to your desired places to spend your credit orContinue reading “More Blood Than Bandage Waves”
As We Wish, As We Might
How often do you say you hate?Do you say it every day?Do you say it in the morning?Do you say it on the way?How oftendo you say hate? The more we say hateto describe how we feel about somethingas banal as the design of new automobiles,the more we re-engineerand the more we transfer the significanceofContinue reading “As We Wish, As We Might”
Who I May Be
This poem is for all the many men of America who just let us down so greatly. All of you who have been waiting decades now for a cause and a reason to show you are strong and courageous and capable of protecting the things you hold dear. I saw you when I was aContinue reading “Who I May Be”
More Than This
More thanthe hateful command, morethan the ready proud pawn,more than these:silence—from over the fence,silencefrom across the paved drive,silenceat the holiday meal,silencefrom nine until fiveMore than thisis not needed, no more thansilenceas red flags parade byRed flags of warning It’s even kind of handsome,the orderly wayso many confused emotionsare shushed away withone hateful commandbehind a columnContinue reading “More Than This”
Audio: There Was a Little Man
Yesterday I mentioned having a poem included in Free$5, which you should go grab yourself a copy of, and here’s one of them. It’s part of a set I’ve been working on with a drummer friend in our as-yet-to-be-named duo featuring drums and poetry. If you like this, keep on the lookout for more. AndContinue reading “Audio: There Was a Little Man”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 