Writing from a Place of Urgency



ENOUGH: An Ode to Protest – BEATS, March 2018

Editorial Staff Robert Eric Shoemaker, (Founding) Editor Natalie Earnhart, Editor Kristiane Weeks-Rogers, Marketing BEATS is a union of writers and poets writing from a place of urgency, fueling our work with activist poetics in public spaces. Originated at Naropa University’s... Continue Reading →


Beats, Issue Four, March 2017

Mental Health & Mental Illness: March 2017   A Mercury Complex by Paul Gomez Quit Hitting Yourself, Quit Hitting Yourself by Kaleb Worst Illogically Ordained by Kaleb Worst Stupor by Kaleb Worst I'm Not Sorry by Jessica Pearl Down Reductive Motions by Robert Eric Shoemaker Expiration by Shawnie Hamer Jericho... Continue Reading →

To My Fourteen Year Old Self and Self Injurers Everywhere

I see survival instinct I see plastic easter eggs holding razor blades packed away in backpacks and lockers tissues compressing issues lying just beneath the surface pouring out red here, let me stain that for you because a fourteen year... Continue Reading →


when left alone squat and keep your head between your knees remember to breathe keep breathing if you forget you'll hyperventilate and brown paper bags aren't exactly 'in' this season   where is your phone who is there to tell... Continue Reading →


Does This Policy Cover Suicide Of The Insured Mothers? Suicide of the Insured the mother, while sane or insane within 2 years of the issue date, is not covered by this policy. In the event of suicide dragon-wax spillage this policy... Continue Reading →

Reductive Motions.

For Catherine Theis. 1/13: Sono tornato, come home once more, City of Big Teeth and adopted you plague bearers, some say. I feed you blood oranges anyway, carciofi alla Romana del viaggio a Roma, verde herbe speronato in gola, di... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Sorry

That I love you, even though you [          ] me. You cried afterwards.   That I didn’t realize at the time [                                        ] I lost my virginity to a vacant lifeguard You have a thing for fifteen-year-olds I lost your... Continue Reading →


  Every moment of your life is music: then one day, either by accident, or for something (unknowable) you done, the music: gone.   -By Kaleb Worst, Heart Beat

A Mercury Complex

I became caught up in the excitement of it all when I was young, following my mother to her Transcendental Meditation Hindu Voodoo meetings and middle of the forest hippie enclaves. I didn’t do any drugs, of course, I was... Continue Reading →

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