Month: October 2025
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“regarding an incident on october 20, 2020”
dancing off the edge of the worldtired of all the motion and the sickness it’s been five years and I’m not sure if I’ve gotten better or so much fucking worse (I feel like a walking corpse)(a snake in your garden) I still hate you for what you did except I tell myself I no…
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Eight wrote this in 2022. It’s called “salome”.
my teen years taught me nothing of importance except how to write clear and deepabout what hurtsI’ve written enough by now to fill a small library, solook back with me – I prayed for an ideal in cold rooms and I still became the only one who couldsave me you look at me at my…
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I wrote this at the poetry workshop today. It’s called “strange entanglement”.
I love you in a way you cannot love yourselfin a twice divorced, second wife way that never happened, you want me so bad you don’t care if your chokehold love is killing me and I think it would kill you to stop pretending I think it would kill you to let me go even…
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I got labs drawn to definitively check for a peanut allergy today.
We’ll see what happens. I’m eepy now, though, so it’s probably nap time. -Allēna
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Dear blog people..
Emerson did my nails today while we watched the Usual Suspects. That’s it. That’s the post. -Allēna
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My friend wrote a FANTASTIC book and I think you should buy it.
It’s called BOY APPARITION by mk zariel. Here’s a bit about it: There are two transmasculine genders: the butch anarchist, and the tiny atemporal gremlin who really needs a hug. In BOY APPARITION, mk zariel tackles both. This chapbook is full of love letters to the BashBack tendency, chronicles of insurgent trans boyhood and its…
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BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!
My friend mk and I are doing a joint performance in December and we hope to see you there! Here’s the flyer: I’m so excited! -Allēna
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Day whatever the fuck it is of posting our ekphrastic pieces because I can lol
This one is based off of “hurricane lazarus”, one of my favorites from our new zine. In other news, I couldn’t remember the name of my world history teacher and it bothered me so bad that I looked through emails for hours from 10+ years ago and came up with nothing but exhaustion, so I…