Category: Our Poetry
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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…
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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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This was the result of a very special workshop on ekphrastic poetry today.
I am a sorceress, twice in exile – they claim my magic is merely madness, butthose with the eyes to see know betterI am the voiceless breaker of curses, until now bearer of grief no one knows aboutI am no one’s prisoner anymore to know myself is to know my powerto know myself is the…
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I am so happy that I performed my “Invictus” style poem that I wrote on Inauguration Day this year on what turned out to be a very historic election night.
Thank you to all the people in the US who turned up to their polling places yesterday to make their voices heard. This one is for y’all. WE are the masters of our fate. WE are the captains of our souls. Not some clown in the White House. Remember that now and always. I love…