Tag: queer poet
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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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I wrote this poem at roughly 5:30, 6 o’ clock this morning.
It’s called “love letter to the predawn hours”. at this time of day I could be anything as the inky blue remainder of the nightholds me like a child. instead, I find I want to be nothing and everything but myself. I only pray I spend it welland that I am good company. not angry,…
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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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I did a truly badass thing tonight.
Enjoy. I feel like I finally did it justice. If you’re interested in reading more, “to dance with a cyclone” is the opening ringer of my 2019 poetry collection of the same name. -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
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“watchman”
I am the blank space you seek in your sorrownothing less and sadly nothing more you are the shooter and I am the spotterimmortal, ever watchfulkeeping lookout for dangers you and others cannot seeI am the depth of night, thetiny pauses between your syncopated heartbeatsworking double time. in the end, there will be no place…