Here he is:
-Allēna
Month: November 2025
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OUR LINNEMAN’S FEATURE HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED ON THEIR WEBSITE!
We’re going to be featured at Poet’s Monday on January 5th. We’re going to be the first feature of the year! See more details here. -Peri
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This is a new poem called “your god is a boning knife” about my time in the Mormon Church.
the god of your dreaming world is a boning knife
made to pry black from white
good from evil, the same from the other
the wheat from the chaff
you’ve made the sacred into a weapon, a tool
and reality into delusion
the god of your dreaming world is a crowbar
made to pry denial from the self
love from fear (to you, they are one and the
same)
blood from stones, beauty from ashes
until the souls you’ve carved in the name of
perfection, divine judgment, are not souls anymore
they are vessels for your unholy scripture
and their too perfect smiles don’t look
joyful to me anymore
they look like silent screams
the god of your dreaming world is a club
you use words to bludgeon when you can
no longer pry
slow violence and promises of an unsafe world
outside of these walls to
keep followers in line
you’ve made faith into such a violent thing
I never want to touch it again for fear of holding
the same weapons you used against me
the god of your dreaming world is a noose
and I am still suspended upside down by my
left ankle when I sleep sometimes all these years
later
as the blood rushes to my head I wonder what I
did to deserve this, how I fell for this
as I scream for someone to cut me down
I got out from under the shadow of your god
just barely
I am not perfect, I don’t want your vision
you will not pry anything else from me-Peri 11/18/2025
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the wind in the trees outside my window
sounds like waves
and occasionally I get a scent that takes me back
before four unhappy new years wore me down
I am less agoraphobic now
but this smell is fall’s last breath as it
collapses into winter
and I collapsed then, too
I thought I’d seen the last of me
I tried to warn you in songs that were everything short of a scream
when nothing else seemed to make sense to you
sparse like the first weekend of a midwestern
december
(just as cold as you became)
(black ice dead eyes and all)
and failing that, I vanished
into the empty western sky
but once it looked like I could be happy
once it looked like I could have it all
you chased me through the autumns, the winters
and the years as if none of what you’d done
to me before mattered
over and over and over again
I never understood it
why was I so important
and ultimately
why do you pursue a vision of me
that was never real at all-Allēna
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I pitched an idea for a spring themed multimedia show to a shop and studio here in town in March or April. They say they’ll get back to me next week.
If this goes well, I want to do it again. I think I’m going to put it together regardless, though.
-Allēna
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That EEG took me the hell out and I’m still tired..
Ironically, I had to miss an epilepsy themed open mic because of it. Still no results that I can see. -Allēna
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I got my EEG today at long last.
Ow ow ow. My brainhole has been strobed 😭😭 but my results should come in tomorrow or soon afterwards.
-Allēna
