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This piece was originally performed on March 22 @ Cha Island, as a part of our local Speak Your Peace Event. Wish you could've been there cause it was awesome. Now, if you could please stop every fuck-suckin, tickin clock -- cause time will soon be departing off- on a plane from this existence much like none of your dissonance Ya must trust its about to get weird and then queerd and then just on and on after thaat No tricks, I shit you not, I’m a fuckin space warlock and I got endless treats in my invisible hat You’ve nothing to fear, unless you take issue with queers and if so , before you hit the door lemme lick up them cishet tears Cause those in the know call me Sharpe and rightfully goddamn so my syntax will slice you slicker than any razor I wield in my professional field and with precision my words will envelope your vision much like the glitter I drop as I chopchop any busy-body cissy that can’t intimidate So don’t be marshin in my mellow, ...

(Editor's Note: I met this amazing poet in Manchester, England.)  Street Life  on the street I have no home  in a doorway all alone  at night it gets so very cold  no one for warmth to cuddle or hold  day after day it's always the same  people rushing past in the fast lane  somewhere to go something to do  oh why can't I have a life like you  instead I'm sat here on my pitch  waiting and praying to get that hitch I have my regulars that stop with a smile  that makes getting cold worth the while  sat out here is like Ground Hog Day  so until I get my break it's just the way. ~~~~~ Me Myself + I  sat on the edge of Society  wondering why I am not a priority  what's come of my Life and come over me  my Life's in tatters can't you see begging at the bank every day  Get a Job Get a Life people say  I get no benefits just what people g...

I’m on a lot of drugs  by which I mean  the world spins  incessant as a fly  hovering around our jalapeno poppers I’m joking though I don’t eat anything that’s breaded or go out in public anywhere featuring a screen for the staring We are all at work  whether sleeping or cutting logs  we are at work  I bolted from the dynamic after learning Ellen got mauled at work  while beginning surgery on a pit-mix Everything’s fatal  if you didn’t know Everything’s fatal No world’s an exception Dollar dollar bill etcetera,  the world is collapsing.  The world is a funny place composed of compounds.  Fusilli drags through our days.  A bluish ruin takes place and I itch incessant.  As an abandoned anaphylactic shock  I recommend none go forward.  (but what about the drugs?)  (no drugs!  screams the water slide.)  Some new object goes to war with our civilian tastes.  All amasses.  What isn’t abr...

No-one remembers the juicy parts.  Where did my water break? Was the gush like on TV, in public on a stalled subway car? Did I shit during delivery? How many relatives watched my cunt's open mouth scream free a baby? How can that image dissolve in time's acid? Feces on the floor? Red face in a hole stiched fresh in a spare room while walls remained clouds, and the needle was a pal who whispered "Sleep it off. No big deal." --Quinn White 

Growth and Healing A Beautiful Pain A lonely dance in the rain Only to begin again. Ever changing chaos Within my heart gets lost. Growth and Healing Truly is appealing Dance with me my friends The means justify the ends Infinite choices Together they can hear our voices It is our world to create Thank you to those who demonstrate. --Cyn Dee Adams

This piece was originally performed on March 22 @ Cha Island, as part of our local Speak Your Peace event! It was grand. You shoulda been.  You Fire Flame A circle Who are you? What are you? Robes of Red A hum, The Meditation Headdresses of Fuchsia, Indigo, Reminiscent of AN ART FORM Ships that Scream WAVES Chains A people running North, Cold rocks, A new world... Surrounded by Sun Who are you? What are you? Synergy Harmony Melding ONE. --Alison Clarke

I was born a Christian, baptized of my sins, before I could walk. I tried to be a Muslim for two years. I didn’t eat pork, I took Aptes – ritual ablutions. I tattooed my ribs with “only god can judge.” An atheist in my spare time, when I wanted to sin. I ended up with no religion- though I prayed to God sometimes in the back of the bar on my knees for a man I just met. I had no religion, no religion except lust.  --Kristen Williamson