Open Sorcery is the world of Lazarus Halliwell.

Excellence and batshittery, done on purpose.

I’m Lazarus. I make art, music, poems, plays, and magic for the quiet, brilliant, broken ones. If that is you, welcome home. I adopt your kind.

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  • On the concept of doing it scared.

    I found this post on Zelda‘s timeline and I have some thoughts about it:

    Mother fucker. I experience all of these on a daily basis or HAVE experienced all of these on a daily basis at some point in time. Especially the “fear of being seen”, as that is my agoraphobia in a nutshell. If I haven’t mentally steeled myself for a social situation hours to days in advance, it feels like being set on fire to be looked at. It’s THAT scary to me.

    I have to R E P E A T E D L Y face my terror and trauma to socialize and be amongst the world and do the poetry performances that I love. I’ve become the master of charging in and showing up to shit glass cannon style balls to the wall, when in reality, I do EVERYTHING scared. I do EVERYTHING some measure of tired. I may look fearless, but I’m really, really not.

    Which is heartbreaking because I legitimately love people and I love my city. I just don’t feel safe in the vast majority of situations for a very long time.

    My spouses have learned that I can be coaxed out of the house with decaf coffee bribes or cinnamon treats and the like, so that’s an improvement…

    -Allēna

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  • I wrote this at the poetry workshop today. It’s called the “14 school commandments”.

    “14 school commandments”

    i.

    be a juggernaut in class. (home was school and school was home, a haven away from my rich parents who I didn't know were rich, and the wealth of my mind could carry its own weight. at least there I was doing something right.)

    ii.
    run a protection racket for foreign exchange students. (at home I was powerless. at school I was powerful. my mother called me selfish more than my name, and there I could be someone, something worthy. I could be something worth caring about.)

    iii.
    make friends from the wrong side of the tracks to run fades on ne’er do wells (on the subject of power and love, my friends were more my family than my family ever was, and you never went against my family.)

    iv.
    make popular kids owe you favors (my mother taught me how to search the world with a hardened gaze for treasure, for leverage, for the exits, this served me well.)

    v.
    befriend security guards (where love cannot serve you, rely on fear and awe)

    vi.
    have zero fear and utmost faith in your own skill (I was never unafraid, but if I didn't ask and fight for what I wanted, nothing good would happen for me, at home OR at school.)

    vii.
    form a gang of oddballs (they were kind. they cared like me, but heavy was the head that wore the tarnished crown and nothing ever made me feel completely at peace)

    viii
    have a hot boyfriend (my parents always said “a good relationship or marriage should make you feel like you have the better end of the deal” but everyone ended up losing and I just ended up hollow and desiccated, lost in my head and exhausted because I had no idea how to just feel, just be, and I still don't)

    ix.
    throw legendary parties (I didn't know how to stop running, stop performing, stop… I had given up then, I imploded, and in the implosion I found my way, ambling through the rubble)

    x.
    be tight with the “mean” vice principal (she reminded me of myself, I think, alone at the top)

    xi.
    know everyone (because that's how you get somewhere, right?)

    xii.
    take a legitimate interest in people (I just wanted to feel like SOMEONE cared, anyone)

    xiii
    act like you're on speed all the time to such an extent that you get the nickname “adderall” (why couldn't I ever slow down? was it excitement or was I simply afraid that if I quit, I would feel the sadness that constantly threatened to envelop me?)

    xiv.
    do as I say.
               (not as I do.)

    -Allēna 8/5/2025

  • Did a fantastic thing today.

    I went to ZAOfest at ZaoMKE with Emerson today and sold NUMEROUS COPIES of our Insomnia Poetry TTRPG. My brain is tired, though, so I must crashhhhhhhh.

    -Allēna

  • I went down a rabbit hole today.

    I ended up listening to our EP 39: Odds and Ends and I have to say, it goes harder than it should. I like it better with each passing year.

    -Allēna

  • 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

  • Just vibing today.

    Emerson is home from work taking a mental health day, and we hung out and watched the reboot of Good Eats. I’ve also been asleep for most of the day. I’m appreciating how slow it is today. More later, possibly??

    -Allēna

  • So Laz crafted this during an errand the other day.

    and I took it a step further and uploaded this absolutely accursed design to our ancient Redbubble shop because fuck it, why not. We live in a hellscape.

    Get this design on any number of products. I dare you.

    -Allēna

  • I crassshhhed today.

    With everything going on with the ER and all, I fell deeply asleep for a couple of hours after frantically making preparations for an upcoming event where I’m selling zines with Emerson, and now I’m grabbing burgers with the aforementioned adorable man. I’ll probably post my performance from Linneman’s tonight later.

    Until then,

    -Allēna

  • Wellllll I was in the ER all night.

    The poor providers were in the weeds and it turns out I have a UTI of some kind, so I got antibiotics and some sleep. I also shitposted all night because poor sweet Emerson was more tired than I was and therefore I had to keep watch. 

    So have this bullshit I posted to announce to the world that I was in the ER:

    This whole “unexamined fingers” BS revives a post I made back in the elder days of 2017 when I was in Mormon college and equally insleepriated riffing off of the quote “the unexamined life is not worth living”.

    I like to think I’m funny 🤣

    Goodnight, sweet world. I’m probably gonna crash (again).

    -Allēna

  • “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 mother’s side that came before us, our own struggles with compulsions, and our mother’s projections. this digital mixed media piece contains lines from “the fire watcher’s bomb”.

    “the fire watcher’s bomb” appears in our upcoming zine, fear not the brave pain, which drops on october 11. ✨

    it’s gonna be fire 🔥

    -Allēna