From inside...Epiphany

Epiphany Castro is not your ordinary spoken word fact...she is extrodinary..marching to her own beat..carving her own path...she is groundbreakingly refreshing and different than anything or anyone you may have heard before...
Born and raised in Berkeley, California -she began singing and performing at age 5 years of age in church.
She studied theatre arts at San Francisco state and began singing in local bands in the bay area. In 1985 thru 1988 she performed with the band, Shy hands, whose most noted member was Dwayne Wiggins of Toni Tonee Tony. From 1988 to 1994, she performed with the band, Riot Going On. Epiphany also performed as a session singer for various studios like David Bryson’s critically acclaimed Dancing Dog Studios. Writing Music mostly, she did a short stint in London appearing at many venues. After returning to the United States, she embraced the stage once again, playing local gigs in the Bay area until starting a family and concentrating on a teaching career.
In 2007, Epiphany surrendered to pen and paper, and began writing poetry. She released a short book called “Everything and Nothing”, soon afterwards. Finding a different muse, she began taking spoken word more seriously. Encouragement by many wonderful artists and friends spawned a show on Blog Talk Radio called Epiphany’s House. This program focuses on spoken word and music, airing on Sunday afternoons.

“Soul flower” his first solo project, has become a favorite among avid fans of spoken word. In “Soul Flower”, she demonstrates her many influences like Billie Holiday, Lewis Taylor, and the legendary group; Earth, Wind and Fire. Her voice rings with truth and confidence, as the melodic lyrics entices the senses with a passion unique and eloquent.
March 27th,2011 she released her "soft more" album,"The Alchemist"..eagerly awaited and highly anticipated,it has gained critical acclaim already.. It is an experience abundance of magic,love and destiny..this is why Epiphany is known as "The Lyrical Sorceress"...Just wait...magic has arrived...

Mar 15
Happy Saturday #keepitfunky

Happy Saturday #keepitfunky

Nov 3


Sep 24


Sep 1
Manicure of the moment! Zoya Pixiedust in Godiva. #zoya #zoyanailolish#pixiedust#epiphanycastro

Manicure of the moment! Zoya Pixiedust in Godiva. #zoya #zoyanailolish#pixiedust#epiphanycastro

Aug 31
We’d sept 4 I feature at Mouth Off at The Air Lounge in Oakland Califirnia #hotwatercornbread #airoakland#mouthoff #spokenword#poetry#epiphanyland #epiphanycastro

We’d sept 4 I feature at Mouth Off at The Air Lounge in Oakland Califirnia #hotwatercornbread #airoakland#mouthoff #spokenword#poetry#epiphanyland #epiphanycastro

Jul 18
Tee hee

Tee hee

Jul 13

Nigga by Epiphany Castro

Jun 30
My new album. Free on

My new album. Free on

Fiction Vs. Non Fiction

Fiction vs. Non-Fiction

There are times I could go outside barefoot on my back porch and simply scream-

These are troubling times, with troubled minds  saving fines without paying dues

Skipping to the next chapter, to get to the happily ever after. The easy way

All gain no pain…

Hard to know what is real and what is not

Maybe I need Miss Nancy’s Magic Mirror

But this ain’t Romper Room. This is my life

Fiction vs. Non-fiction…

What is real? What is not?

My life is real..I couldn’t make this shyt up if I tried

 My momma used to say everything that glitters aint gold

And everything shinning aint diamonds

But this most elementary concept seems lost in the current wave

Of Nuevo riche mentality

When measuring fiction verses reality

And nonfiction verses bed time stories

My life don’t play out like a modern day fairy tale

I can’t hide my head in the sand

And don’t exist with in Alice’s wonderland

Paradoxes don’t capture the essence of my truth

Go head on and paint your pretty pictures with your twinkling proclamations

 While standing on your mountaintops built from sand

The mass of bullshyt aint stable ground

In fact it is only shaky ground-supporting shady folks

Do you feel the cool breeze?

No you do not, because it is ain’t cool in fact

 Those afraid of getting down to the simple truth

 Sport unclean hands-know this and understand

Remember it takes a wise woman, and a wise man

To have the courage to soldier thru  

Staying true to the truth-never mind the pain

Pain fades while keloids of authenticity reign triumphant

Think of it as a beauty mark, like a gap toothed smile

All the while the war wages on. ..

Fiction vs. Non Fiction

As the demons I battle since youth

Every success earned leaves a scar burned on my soul

By the shadow of

Regurgitated rejection reaping the benefits of its bruises

Resting on my heart like the malfeasance of the Nixon


Judgment rendered on my every word

While watching the undeserving revel in the spoils

Of their fabricated importance never touching

The firmness of a realness

that is not rooted in fantasy


That shyt is fiction baby…

Believe me when I tell you

That shyt is fiction baby…

And there ain’t no maybe bout that

Your nuts and bolts and hard drives

To hide your hard lives and your flawed hides

Fiction can only last so long

Like a one hit wonder, and then you wonder why your life is passé’

Passed you by… duped by your own lies but oh but you tried

I’ll give you that

You get an A for effort

But then you flunked because you you let a punk azz let you believe your shiny lies

And suit and ties would lead you down the yellow brick road

I bet you never guessed and didn’t know

It was a dead end-…

LyricalToye and Epiphany Castro 2013

All Rights Reserved

The Reluctant Supernova

“The Reluctant Supernova”

“Everybody is a star,”-Sly Stone

Poetry and me..See… we have   a long stormy history


Sailing some choppy waters…

Here and again..

Sometimes I love him-

Sometimes I hate him-maybe even wishing him the most painful death

I have never and doubtfully will ever…

 Subscribe to some widespread clichés

Thrown around carelessly and so very casually

When honesty is the tried and true casualty…

The hurting ones

The broken ones

The ones who show their scars. Fearlessly

We are the fucking final frontier-honestly

Carrying the burden, carrying the sins of others

Branded on our backs-like runaway slaves. At times I want to




Runaway from poetry

 As the stench of self-servitude taste like vomit in my mouth..

So No…”I do not bleed stanzas”

No…”My pen ain’t my lover”

No…”I do not murder microphones”

No…”I do not slit throats poetically”

No! I would NOT die without poetry

But my poetry would indeed die without me

The division of self –grouped with great illusions of grandeur is a dangerous cocktail

One I refuse to drink

I would rather grow thirsty. Go thirsty. Be thirsty

Dry and alone-with my integrity intact

Now that? I will wear that shyt on my back

Like a gold medal.

I have no interest in starring in a play with a limited run for limited use

A weak supporting cast, opening to wack azz reviews

My life is my stage and everybody is a star…

Some just shine a little bit brighter

The truth is the greatest equalizer and illuminator

Shine on.

Epiphany Castro 2013

All Rights Reserved

Page 1 of 79