Tag: our poetry
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Allēna left this poem collecting dust in our notes app, and frankly I think it’s illegal to just leave it there.
So here y’all go. She can yell at me later, I don’t care. It’s worth it. I eat, I sleep, I feel my grief deepI want to cry, I want to screamBut there are times it seemsI can’t remember how to speak anymoreOne time I dreamt you stared at meSlack jawed as I was carriedOn…
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So I sorta snapped.
And republished our second poetry collection, To Dance With a Cyclone because I got very angry at everything and was tired of doing nothing. So I decided to do something that wasn’t nothing about it. I’m gonna see about our other works here shortly. But for now, I need rest. Goodnight, world. Grab your copy…
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Yay, PTSD Art For The People!
Hey, peeps. This is Allēna. My PTSD is kicking my ass today, but at least y’all get cool art out of it. We appear to be that special kind of creator that gets even more inspiration when our trauma comes back to kick our ass, taking us from decently prolific to FUCKING ON FIRE creatively…
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“Guernica” Part 2: Allēna Declares War
Hello, everyone! My name is Ellie. As you may have read, I am one of the super-admins our this disaster system. I am still sick, so this post may read as incredibly sleep deprived. Or loopy, take your pick. In any case, I am going to pick up where Eight left off and discuss Allēna’s…
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“Guernica” Part 1: Allēna’s Visceral Masterpiece Begins
Hello, dearest gentle motherfuckers of the Internet. I hope you’re having a wonderful day. This is Eight speaking, and I am here to talk about one of my favorite poems Allēna has ever written, her enormous seven part piece “Guernica”. This poem appears in full in our second collection of poetry, Singing Molten Gold To…