About Bethany Moore

Bethany Moore, aka Beatnik Betty, is a poet, activist, and priestess from Washington, DC. She has a strong background in communications and public relations, and her writing, both poetry and editorial articles, has been published in various blogs and magazines. Her passion is for writing, publishing, singing, and performing music and poetry, as well as contributing to social justice causes including church-state separation, Pagan & Wiccan equality, and drug policy reform. Bethany recently settled in Denver, CO in January 2014 to work full-time in the cannabis industry at the National Cannabis Industry Association. Photo Credit: Kim Sidwell of Cannabis Camera

Posts by Bethany Moore:

POEM: Eating Words

POEM: Eating Words

i scooped the earth up in my hands, the whole planet, cold and sticky, fire at her core to help her keep herself together. i felt chocolatey soil sift around my fingers, made from her clay and spit stardust like saliva because we are made the same. i reversed routine and bent the sky so […]

Poem: The Sting

Poem: The Sting

Yes, there is a sting which comes and goes, up and down, a pleasure, a pain, when the heart falls again. The ache is awakening, an etch within the walls of the caverns in our chests, and it evokes the highest of heavens, though feels like the hallows of death. The sensation is divine and […]

Upcoming Events in 2015 with National Cannabis Industry Association (NCIA)

Upcoming Events in 2015 with National Cannabis Industry Association (NCIA)

The cannabis industry’s national trade association continues to provide space for NCIA members and future members to gather, connect, and learn. Just last month at the end of June, nearly 2,000 people attended the National Cannabis Industry Association’s 2nd Annual Cannabis Business Summit and Expo, held for the second year in a row at the […]

Poem: A Good Cry

Poem: A Good Cry

A good cry can taste like medicine, salty bitterness and quivered digestive spin, plexus flip, a strong exhale, and then breathe in.     For previous poetry published by Ladybud, click here. Photo Credit: Marco Pochestorie

Poem: Mandrake Walking

Poem: Mandrake Walking

I embody the sacred root of Mandragora in the ways which I navigate the earth’s underworld, being and feeling with eyes closed, safe in darkness, fed by sacred soil. Now I send my mandrake walking to awaken ancient roots and vines, to stir up rocks and sand and to shift those faulty tectonics underground; they […]

Poem: Wild Fields

Poem: Wild Fields

I look like shit, like hay hair dry and unbrushed, eyelids sparkling with grease and sensibilities are sedated. So very lady-like this survival, required suppression to create the space I need to work my way to take back the farm the vines and trees and all the fruit I will bear. My crops, untended by […]

Poem: This is How We Must Now Be Women

Poem: This is How We Must Now Be Women

Wear a skirt, wear some heels, shine your face and hair. show your legs but please conceal and never ever reveal those secrets they would steal. Grasp your hips and breasts and knees, nevermind the birds and bees, and lock your heart up, if you please. This is how we must now be women. Give […]