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Desiree Asteria Elliott

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This poem has brought new life to the both of us. I hope it can do the same for you.

@a_very_lakin_art_show had amazing visual and performing artists, demonstrating the creative wealth of community-building. As I recorded some musicians, one such released a song 20 years ago, and I wondered how much more a show meant when we couldn't record and post and tag for credit, before our voices and art were recyclable.

I'm pondering lately: What does intentionality look like in an age of digital globalism? How can I engage without losing myself to the hive mind? My nervous system is so fragile, how can I better protect it while retaining compassion? What are my real limits, and what will break if pushed? Spirit > Relevance

#spokenword #recovery #selflove taken in Spokane Art School by @asteria_dreams

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Art in #Spokane

With poetry events almost every night of the week, I like to call Spokane a writer's city, but the whole art scene is generous and rooted in community.

1-2 Personal Landscapes hosted by @sparkwestcentral
3-6 Risograph for Resistance with @aclspokane, highlighting my favorite prints made by other artists (mine is obviously the one with flowers, "Eat, Drink, Dance")
7 is a gift from my mentor, a clay portrait my cat Terrance that fits beautifully alongside my sea shells by @asteria_dreams

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On this vibe

@thechosentvseries #preparetheway #voiceinthewilderness #jesuslovesmethisiknow by @asteria_dreams

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by @asteria_dreams

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Bitter Jasmine... do you dream in pain? taken in The Blue Door Theatre by @asteria_dreams

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Who is she? by @asteria_dreams

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Disabled Yearning

Ready to yell at the world.
How am I going to survive?
Every day is a question of old.
We all keep breathing for life.

I can’t afford to live like this. I can’t push so hard.
I’m getting sick or tired, and my body hurts like the death of a star.

I want to live simply, in community, with the land;
Yet I’ve only been rushing and it hurts to stand.

Scared from the cost of my care, scared I can’t work to be there.
Earning money hurts my body even more, but no I’m not disabled I swore!

Who would believe I can’t work when I can know such joy?
Bouncing between trees and playing with life’s toys.

When I don’t work I thrive. Flares come and go,
That’s just my strife and I find my flow

What’s a flare? They’ll never know. They just care what it would take to grow
Out of this pain, out of this inflammation, seems all that’s left is eternal damnation.

Won’t life be harder if I let go of money and career goals?
I’ll have to rely more on every person I know.

Not a terrible thing, but a beautiful thing, to be vulnerable, reliant,
interdependent, system-defiant.

Ready to yell at the world.
How am I going to survive?
Every day is a question of old.
We all keep breathing for life.

Circa 2025

#disabilityjustice #disabledpoet #cripart @sinsinvalid thank you for doing what you do. by @asteria_dreams

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Collection 2017-2023

#pressedflowers #rareflowers #botanicalart #BW #landback by @asteria_dreams

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