Tag: our poetry
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Eight wrote this in 2022.
it’s images like this i’d live and die for kept securely within my chest, a less piercing form of homesickness more beautiful – you aren’t here and yet i feel – and i want you -as if you were in the next room it’s been years and i am just now telling you things that…
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I woke up and I had to type this out before I lost it.
I look at the fireworks show that has become of my life and call each spark and sparklesomething different, divorced from meas if I were watching the show on a field on the 4th of July and it isn’t my own life that keeps exploding – ~this came to me in a dream -Allēna 3/19/2026
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Mk and I are going to be doing another joint reading!
This time it will be in my Discord server, the opensorceryy club. It’s on March 31 at 8PM and I hope I see y’all there 💛 mk will be reading selections from its recently published chapbook, Different With Him, and I will be reading some very queer pieces from my most recent zine, Fear Not…
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“still life (2019)”
“untitled still life (2019)” I don’t want to give namesto your fistfuls of hollow coffee cup still half full, overturnedbaroque broken words, reaching for somethingthat forever seems older than you or I in every language well run dry, and yet despite yourself each moment in atemporal spaceteeming with lifewhen we met, I wanted to drink…
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Day whatever the fuck it is of posting our ekphrastic pieces because I can lol
This one is based off of “hurricane lazarus”, one of my favorites from our new zine. In other news, I couldn’t remember the name of my world history teacher and it bothered me so bad that I looked through emails for hours from 10+ years ago and came up with nothing but exhaustion, so I…
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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.…
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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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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…