Tag: our poetry
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“digital immortality”
25 people with more money than sense are trying to ascend to godhood againand we, the other 99%, dare them to do it – in the same week that aman in ontario, california sets fire to his workplace screaming “you could have paid us a living wage” (careful,he’s a hero) we will all have bread…
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“a beginner’s guide to splitting your brain”
when I said you’d be the death of me, I was being literal. the left side of me is a ghost, wrath kept it in the divorce twenty eight years ago when I was too young and stupid to know what a prenup was and I’ve been giving away pieces of me sincewhen I promised…
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I’ve been going pretty much nonstop today, but..
I got reunited with the short sword from Emerson’s and my wedding and obtained a tiara!!! This photo was taken of me at Linneman’s tonight: I would describe this aesthetic as “Galadriel if she had decided to marry Sauron, but had eventually gotten tired of his conniving ass, gutted him in the divorce proceedings, and…
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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…