Archive for the Poetry Category

New Work from Caleb Beissert

Posted in Poetry with tags on January 6, 2016 by C.C. Beissert

This winter has seen the publication of eight of my poems in Arsenic Lobster and pioneertown along with the release of the new issue of Redheaded Stepchild, which I co-edited.

Check out the poems here:

Four poems by Caleb Beissert in ARSENIC LOBSTER

Four Poems by Caleb Beissert in PIONEERTOWN

Winter 2015 issue of REDHEADED STEPCHILD



Swinging Like Incense – The August 2014 Poetry Sessions

Posted in Poetry on January 9, 2015 by C.C. Beissert

Caleb OrchardOn the 17th and 18th of August 2014, a theory of poets and musicians gathered at a recording studio in Asheville, North Carolina, to experiment with the fusion of art forms and the chance brilliance of improvisation to create landscapes painted on wheels of dream. Time seemed suspended or somewhere else for these sessions, and water flowed through the instruments, words, and air.

The magic includes:
Caleb Beissert (poetry)
Aaron Price (piano)
Charlie Rauh (fern)
Sean Smith (trumpet)

Listen, hear.

“Elapse” by Caleb Beissert

Posted in Poetry with tags , on November 22, 2014 by C.C. Beissert



On the blue pinnacle
in an early frost
the bumblebees are freezing
on the blueberry bushes.
As the clouds metamorphose
the sun shines through
reanimating the freshly frozen
bees. Their wings slowly
beginning to beat
and buzz again. All the bees
are freezing on that blue pinnacle,
the tail of another summer,
berries overripe and big
with juice. Bees in slow
motion in rays of light
moving through mist.




–first published in Animal Poems (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014)

“Atomic Color-cinemascope”

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on March 8, 2014 by C.C. Beissert


Atomic Color-cinemascope

after Bob Kaufman


We were in Libya
staying in a house on stilts.
I didn’t understand my father.

The two dogs had to be let out.

We hid from the bombings.

The last one caused a wave that broke
a sewer pipe.
That made us sick.

We had to make sure the doors were locked.
She asked the bartender if she wanted to make out

in a few minutes. The bartender didn’t hear her.
I let the dogs walk in the back bushes.

We were always waiting while doing things.
Necessary things.
To kill the time.

Until we wanted it slow,

first published in Mad Hatters’ Review, 2014

Reading at AWP

Posted in Happenings, Poetry on February 24, 2014 by C.C. Beissert

On February 27, in Seattle, Washington, I will be giving a reading with a host of fine poets at the Tap House on Sixth Avenue. This is an off-site event at the Association of Writers & Writing Programs 2014 Conference. Cheers.


The Dalry Session

Posted in Poetry with tags , , on August 24, 2013 by C.C. Beissert

On August 22, in an apartment just off of Dalry Road in Edinburgh, poets James McKay, Keith Jarrett, and Caleb Beissert gathered together for a recording session, after a long week of performances at the Fringe. Each poem was recorded in one take, aside from a few start overs due to outside noise. Rosie Fitzmaurice was the recording engineer. Listen to the session here.


Reading at La Tasca

Posted in Happenings, Poetry with tags , , on August 17, 2013 by C.C. Beissert


Update: gigs at The Royal Oak and La Tasca were splendid success. Nice audiences and fabulous to hear the fellow poets. My next feature spot: 12:50 PM at The Banshee Labyrinth

“George T. Lewis Academic Center” by Caleb Beissert

Posted in Poetry with tags , on August 13, 2013 by C.C. Beissert






George T. Lewis Academic Center



A blank page
the rest is well they say history
among the dead and scholars of war among
the ringing bells and endless paper airplanes
open windows in the spring
her majesty the teacher and holly bushes outside
the window that is wavy over the radiator
painted silver to warn
and small beetles come in after the rain
biology a subject I never had
the teacher mad barking like a dog on top
of a desk
the children blinking
in disbelief
the radon under the school
my English teacher had us read
Blake Coleridge Whitman
Dylan Thomas
Ginsberg—she knew someday I’d fall
in love


—first published in Red Earth Review, 2013

Test Route

Posted in Poetry with tags on August 13, 2013 by C.C. Beissert

Sold to Rome beckons the saltwater
Motion light bathing
Single waves wash over
The breathing


Poetry in Edinburgh

Posted in Happenings, Poetry with tags , , on August 12, 2013 by C.C. Beissert

Greetings, followers! I’m off to Spain, but first to Edinburgh for the Free Fringe, starting off what promises to be a knock-out trip with a reading at Conversational Tones at The Royal Oak (1 Infirmary Street, Edinburgh). I’ll be joining poets James McKay and our gracious host Matt Macdonald for the show. Beats to Byron blade of grass Taoist linen-washer daydreams mixed with trace-amount social comment and sweet adrenaline. More, I’ll be posting updates here during the next few weeks.