has performed in venues from Royce Hall to Nuyorican Poets Café, and shared the stage with DaKah (60 piece hip hop orchestra), Sage Francis, Sole (anticon), Tre (Pharcyde), Kim Hill, Medusa, Antipop Consortium, Jerry Quickley, and more; has toured across America sharing her words on the Chicks in Arms tour, on the SlamAmerica tour, and solo
has self published 2 books, "Idolizer/atrix" and "Haunted by want/guided by Don't-need"
has self produced 2 cds, "PoeTTrY MOUTH" and her latest one, "word to the WHY?S"
has had her poetry appear in various book anthologies like "So Luminous the Wildflowers" (Tebot Bach Press) and compilation CDs like "Luca Moved Upstairs" (Rosemary Records)
performs her own one-woman poetry performance piece, "Haunted by want/guided by Don't-need"
produces poetry/music extravaganza, "co-lab:ORATION" at The Temple Bar in Santa Monica, CA
is the winner of the 2003 "Different Type of Groove"
$1000 invitational slam
was a member of the 2002 Long Beach Slam Team
was a member of the 2001 Long Beach Slam Team (west coast regional champs)
was a member of the 2000 Hollywood Slam Team
is in a poetry-electronic band called expect:ORATION
performed her poetry for HBO's Def Poetry Jam, BET's The Way We Do It, ABC's Eye On L.A., and more
is a part of Higher Vibration's upcoming Spoken Word DVD,
and the Special Edition Belly DVD (Artisan)
check her out at http://www.inspirachel.com
the ballad of burbank
here's what i gleaned
the secret of los angeles actually lies inside of
and that's what i gleaned
this doesn't want to be a song of suffering or luxury
maybe these legs young and sturdy used to run through open
maybe my first memory of letters forming words
and so maybe i express too many sentiments with old testament references
maybe i have danced until my feet would bleed for _ of my
maybe i used to daydream on top of the old brown volare inside the frank lloyd wright invention and maybe i tried to use cinderblocks to build a stairway to heaven because of early exposure to led zeppelin. i only made it as far as the top of the carport but i was closer there
and the stars in my sphere were clear enough to whisper to then, before the chains came. and maybe that's how i still know them
and maybe i never found a place to belong and
maybe ocean and cold blue with slick metallic fish makes sense to me like planets and addition
and turning is physics in pale pink and muscles that answer with quick precision. simple and significant
and i am the child of dusty jung and smoke and laughter and style and pens and hunting and pecking and october country and jumping on beds and
maybe in june i left the window with no screen mistakenly open in my room and the tiniest bird flew in and hid in my closet and i didn't know until it flew out while i was asleep i thought i was dreaming
maybe i put my heart on my sleeve and astoret on my spine to remind me of things
and maybe i cry when i hear music because it trips the wire on my internal chemistry
and maybe if you look too long at my packaging you'll notice the holes and you can watch the atoms dance and remember that we are just bundles of energy and
maybe i will be alright if i can just keep breathing
its hard to be human this package is savage and flawed just collected wetness and hot whispers vulnerable and easy to attack a skinsack of slippery tubes fluid and skeleton and underneath, nothing
and it makes me want to hold everyone and i say i love you a lot.
and i mean it. really. earnestly. yearningly.
i am burning up with refracted passion.
this just wants just want to
me is enough
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