Tag: poetry
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Hi, everyone. My name is Peri.
I wrote this today: I’m the result of two generations of fire, at least my grandfather saw horrors he likes to laugh about and won’t talk about directly, but he replicates them compulsively when he’s stressed out or bored my mother does the same thing and laughs about it too, but watches me for the…
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So apparently being antifascist makes me a terrorist now??
Fuck it. Might as well go all in. Here are a few poems I wrote for an antifascist literature jam. The full zine is here if you want to read it. I’m gonna speak freely while there’s still some semblance of a First Amendment left. -Allēna
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Thinking zine thoughts…
I’m slowly getting to work on my next poetry zine. It’s shaping up to be a larger one, somewhere along the size and scale of Field Notes From a Colder Time or Easy to Hate Like Everything You Love. I don’t have a working title yet and frankly I don’t want to rush one or…
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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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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