A Piece of Cloth (by Walter Beck) It started as a lark, a bet, A half-assed dare, Another chance to bend the rules And freak some normies out. It became another part of my stage attire, Another prop for my live art, Nothing new certainly, But something new for me. When I took it beyond … [Read more…]
From the desk of Walter Beck: “New piece from the notebook in three parts. This is one of the most brutally honest poems I’ve ever written and truth be told, I had to fight back a few tears while writing it on my smoke break.” Read it and dig it. Identity: Family Portrait Pt. I … [Read more…]
Here is a short story from our Bi Laurette Walter Beck. Hope you enjoy as much as I do. “Lynnette” Under the Pale Gray Moon By Walter Beck It was a fine sunny morning in late May 1861; Bill Wersteiner was strolling down the dirt streets of the little town of Black Creek, North Carolina. … [Read more…]
Political Suicide Note (By Walter Beck) For Governor Mike Pence You locked yourself in your office Far from the press and public; And in the company of friends You signed your political suicide note On a rainy Thursday morning. You signed your political suicide note Surrounded by preachers and priests; They blessed you and blessed … [Read more…]
Thank you Lottie at The Biscuit for publishing this. I just want to add it is not safe for everyone to come out. But we CAN learn to accept and love ourselves. To learn about ourselves. And then be able to pass that on to our loved ones. “Dad, I forgive you”: How my father’s … [Read more…]
The Last Tears Shed: No More Martyrs Blues Pt. IV (By Walter Beck) For Leelah Alcorn 1997-2014 Yet another young sister gone too soon In a flash of desperation. Another young sister gone too soon Before her life even began. Another young sister gone too soon Nailed to the cross of Christian love. Her last … [Read more…]
He Tells Her (for Ruth B.) He tells her that the Earth is flat – He knows the facts, and that is that. In altercations fierce and long She tries her best to prove him wrong. Be he has learned to argue well. He calls her arguments unsound And often asks her not to yell. … [Read more…]
Divine Verdict (By Walter Beck) God won’t judge America for the millions of Native Americans slaughtered over the last 200 years. He won’t judge her for the Trail of Tears, He won’t judge her for smallpox-infected blankets, He won’t judge her for the concentration camps of reservations Or the current policy of elimination through poverty … [Read more…]
In and Out I once wanted to fit In. Now I want to fit Out. Transsexual, bisexual, polyamorous, lesbian, queer, female… All these identities and more I claim for my self. Layer upon layer of self, to be embraced or rejected, denigrateded or respected, celebrated or tolerated. Longing for community With those alike, yet different. … [Read more…]
August Heat (By Walter Beck) For Michael Brown Lady Justice weeps from clouds of tear gas As Ferguson, Missouri burns. She weeps tears of blood, Like a vengeful saint Praying for another teenage kid Shot down in cold blood.