Category: Our Poetry
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“never be your normal” live @ Linneman’s Riverwest Inn 12/8/2025
Over the years, my poetry has become something like my diary. As a result, there are hundreds of poems in my Google Drive that I’m rediscovering that sometimes I only remember a few lines from, or perhaps don’t remember at all. This was one such poem. I only remembered the section about my uncle dying…
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“18”
about our experiences at St. John’s College in Annapolis, MD I was only 18 when you lost me it was more than just a flesh wound I had just lost my father, it was second semester and everyone there was different, more liberal orleft leaning than me alcoholics alone in their dorms, trying to wash…
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I had my poetry performance with mk this afternoon!
It went very well, even though my voice shattered midway through the last poem in the set, “hurricane lazarus”. -Allēna
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Peak Milwaukee queer culture is
slipping off for a smoke at the ER in below freezing weather and smoking in the deserted, practically flash frozen garden dressed in at least two layers (including your Carhartt coat, which you got from one of your kindest exes and is two sizes too big for you, even now) until you can’t feel your…
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I wrote this today. It’s called “why I love you”.
you asked me once suspended over a chasm of grief why I loved you I couldn’t string the words around you to tell you thenso I shall attempt to tell you now you are a lavender field earth still wet from spring rainand loving you is learning to dance again hair still wet through the…
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I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.
I’ve spent too much timewrapped around the axle of your love three “I wish I didn’t miss you” winters soured I am regretfully tightly wound and solemnevery day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground hours before daybreak this is one burial that is long overdue I don’t hate this city I have come…
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I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.
I’ve spent too much timewrapped around the axle of your love three “I wish I didn’t miss you” winters soured I am regretfully tightly wound and solemnevery day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground hours before daybreak this is one burial that is long overdue I don’t hate this city I have come…
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I wrote this early this morning. I’m very proud of it.
I’ve spent too much timewrapped around the axle of your love three “I wish I didn’t miss you” winters soured I am regretfully tightly wound and solemnevery day’s a funeral and I break the cold ground hours before daybreak this is one burial that is long overdue I don’t hate this city I have come…
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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 knifemade to pry black from white good from evil, the same from the otherthe wheat from the chaffyou’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…
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untitled 11/16/2025
the wind in the trees outside my window sounds like waves and occasionally I get a scent that takes me backbefore 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, tooI thought I’d seen the last…