Category: Our Poetry
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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
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This mind was a pantheon once, and sometimes I miss it still…
Inspired by my poem “samson”, which appears in my zine field notes from a colder time. -Allēna
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Here’s a poetry performance from the other day.
This is “bite”, performed at Linneman’s Riverwest Inn in Milwaukee. “bite” was originally published in our third collection of poetry, Singing Molten Gold to the Morning. -Allēna
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Can’t sleep? Want company?
Check out this rad Itch.io bundle I’m hosting here: https://itch.io/b/3209/insomnia-jam-bundle It’s pay what you want and any shares would be appreciated, as it helps all of us spread the word! -Allēna