Category: Our Poetry
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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…
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“un-lotused”
I’ve never been one to meditate on regretsof paths not taken, universes unexplored,for my regrets are few – when I want something, I show up for it,I find a way to it or I make oneand the primrose path to success builds upon itself I would far rather meditate on failures,iterations where everything when wrong…
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I found this gem from 9/20/2022 in our Google Drive.
I am longing for longing’s sakeI’ve struggled to let my heart want what it wants for so long that I’m going to let whatever haunts it haunt me. And fuck, I want so much. there’s a man back east mysterious and strange fascinated by everythingI think he may have been thirteen the first time I…
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“paper mind” – written 12 march 2018 by Allēna
write somethinganythingthere’s cerebral spinal fluidwhere some of mybrain used to beand it’s one of the manypossible scapegoatsto blamefor why i am like thishumor me for a momentpicture a house with a singleflap for receiving lettersone letter enters you don’t want the letteryou set it on fire(but they’re like a hydra)(the more letters you burn)(the more…
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“haunted tape” by Eight, 10/10/2021
you may want me deadand sundered into piecessmaller than grains of sandbut you’ll never tell and I will never know such is the punishment for twenty hoursof touch that is torture in hindsightsuch is the punishment forshattering a fragile peaceand believe me, if I could destroymyself that utterly don’t you think I would have already?…