Category: Our Poetry
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This was my poetry performance from this Monday.
Long overdue footage incoming! This is “alexandrian aphasia”. “alexandrian aphasia” originally appeared in our zine make me your villain. -Allēna
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“the fire watcher’s bomb”, digital mixed media, 8/27/2025
my mother, a self professed pyromaniac, my late father, and I, all loved the band u2. her favorite song (and album) of theirs was, not so coincidentally, in my opinion, called “the unforgettable fire”. was she telling on herself? probably. our poem “the fire watcher’s bomb” talks about the two generations of pyromaniacs on our…
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The new zine is slowly taking shape.
We’re calling it Fear Not The Brave Pain and dear gods, it’s shaping up to be a void flavored behemoth. Here’s the cover art I did today: -Peri
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I just wrote this. It’s called “hurricane lazarus”, and it’s inspired by a conversation I had with a very powerful soul I met yesterday.
I was born in an otherwise normal middle of june at the tail end of tornado alley. I’m a gemini, scorpio moon, half air, half water, all storm and tremendous force. say what you want about astrology, scorpios, or geminis, I’ll tell you what I know. I learned as a young child why they name…
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This was my Tabi Po performance.
I slammed “sin eater”. “sin eater” was originally published in my zine when the lighting strikes me back. -Allēna
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So apparently being antifascist makes me a terrorist now??
Fuck it. Might as well go all in. Here are a few poems I wrote for an antifascist literature jam. The full zine is here if you want to read it. I’m gonna speak freely while there’s still some semblance of a First Amendment left. -Allēna
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My first ever performance of my poem “let us all raise a glass to nothing at all”.
It was originally published in our third poetry collection Singing Molten Gold to the Morning. Here is the performance: -Allēna
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Thinking zine thoughts…
I’m slowly getting to work on my next poetry zine. It’s shaping up to be a larger one, somewhere along the size and scale of Field Notes From a Colder Time or Easy to Hate Like Everything You Love. I don’t have a working title yet and frankly I don’t want to rush one or…
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I wrote this poem at roughly 5:30, 6 o’ clock this morning.
It’s called “love letter to the predawn hours”. at this time of day I could be anything as the inky blue remainder of the nightholds me like a child. instead, I find I want to be nothing and everything but myself. I only pray I spend it welland that I am good company. not angry,…