Category: Our Poetry
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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,…
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on being mostly nocturnal…
nighttime is really the only time I get to myself these days. This post was first published on my Substack. Hello, everyone. I want to preface this by saying that I have absolutely no fucking clue where this is going. I started a draft of this post in the Substack app, but the links were…
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I wrote this at the jazz open mic last night.
I see, I hear, I learn, I bend myself in pretzel knots and unfold my mind longhand I traded the fire and brandy autumn leaves for you and instead we squeeze every dropof juice we can from this town with gusto and verve. I might die tomorrow as my hand cramps andmy heart races in…
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I did a truly badass thing tonight.
Enjoy. I feel like I finally did it justice. If you’re interested in reading more, “to dance with a cyclone” is the opening ringer of my 2019 poetry collection of the same name. -Allēna