Category: poetry

Glamsient on Etsy!

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Hey Friends! If you enjoy my art and writing, now is the perfect time to send me some love. I am running a fundraiser through my Etsy shop for my interactive art installation, Varanasi Sage, which I’m showing in Center Camp at Burning Man this year. It’s a dream come true, but it requires updates and repairs because I’m showing it in a completely new way.

The gift for a donation is a brand new collection of my poetry and a 3 inch sticker. I love this new collection, which contains some of my favorites from the past few years mixed with prose to create a narrative arc. This is my first collection of poetry, and I’m excited to share it with you as a gift for donating to my art fundraiser! I am only offering these items during the fundraiser and that only goes until August 24.

Your support means the world to me, and it truly makes a difference.

Everything in my shop will go towards this project, and you can also help by sharing this with your friends. I hope you will join me in this journey! The links to the Varanasi Sage fundraiser and my shop homepage are below. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day. 💜

Varanasi Sage Fundraiser Gift!

Glamsient on Etsy!

Birthday Streamers

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Arising on a sculptured cliff

Expecting the cool embrace of my familiar

As she had welcomed me the day before with

A misting flutter through cypress branches.

Yet, pulling back the curtains,

A clear day dawns with

Pink, yellow, and orange along the horizon

Like Birthday Streamers

Reflecting in waves splashing peninsula rocks.

Surrounded by whistles and chirps,

Frogs sing in their creek while

Monarchs and bees call among

Pride of Madeira and Indian Paintbrush:

All the world will celebrate

And say you are loved

If you listen.

Between Earth and Sky

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Pour your rain upon me

Until my rivers swell

And creeks appear on every path

Race through my forests

With your gusts and gale forces

Fell the dead towers

That no longer serve me

And stand in the way of our

Evolving Dance

Crash them onto my soft, supple body

And I will transform them into new life

While we sing of our union

Our balance and harmony

That’s greater and more powerful than time

Burn the Man

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Come with me. 

Let’s circle around the man, our corporate captor, and show him our true numbers. 

Let’s barricade him in with our art, blast music in his face, and dance around him with fire spinning from our fingers like stars orbiting the center of the galaxy.

He’ll try, but he can’t stop us. He’ll scream, “I’m too big to fall!” 

And with a fireball to his ankles, we’ll ignite him.

The violet flames will rise — like the wild feminine within us — flicking heat tornados off his neck. 

We’ll cheer as his ash floats over us. 

We’ll howl to the moon as she watches his destruction, our preservation, the fireworks of our celebration. 

And when, at last, our fire brings him crashing down —

Our World will finally be free.