Category: Our Poetry
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“supplication”
you have taken the world that I wasand left me empty craving longingis there anything that I can use to fill the chasm on the side of the bed where you once slept I stumble home if I can even still call it that for in the taking, you took more than just yourself you…
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I wrote this today.
It’s called “the denouement”. It’s about Zelda. 13 years 13 yearsI peered through the bars ofyour wintry love into the flame and I saw the future laying on the kitchen floor in 2022 -13 years 13 years and decreasing – I declared to you that you’d see the end of it allbut not much more…
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A more radio friendly version of my piece “Peak Milwaukee Queer Culture” played on Riverwest Radio today!
You can listen to the episode here. -Allēna
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We wrote object poems in workshop today.
faceless blessings in disguise looking askance at gift horseswith bejeweled eyesare they empty or full to the brimdo I hoard them or do I give them away is it finally my time to come out of hidingafter all the time that was stolen from me this little thing is winking at me offscreen I think…
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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…