#our-poetry — Public Fediverse posts

A more radio friendly version of my piece “Peak Milwaukee Queer Culture” played on Riverwest Radio today!

You can listen to the episode here.

-Allēna

“18”

about our experiences at St. John’s College in Annapolis, MD

I was only 18 when you lost me 
it was more than just a flesh wound 
I had just lost my father, it was second semester 
and everyone there was different, more liberal or
left leaning than me 
alcoholics alone in their dorms, trying to wash 
away their sins and praying for whiskey and the pulsing of drums to absolve them. 

they talked about God as though he were just 
another thing to dismantle, unfathomable to 
my sheltered, rubbed raw mind 
and you dashed me open like I was an egg, 
forgotten and left over after breakfast, 
carelessly tossed over the railing 
you mishandled all of me 
when my friends told you that the same boy
who'd used me up with empty promises 
and then discarded me like I was nothing 
had done it to at least 4 other women, 
you did nothing, only sat there on your pedestal
on your impenetrable hill, and allowed him to 
continue. 
I learned about it all and I never forgave you
and I wanted to kill him. 
I was only 18. 

I was only 18 when I became a corporeal ghost
barely breathing 
barely eating, barely getting out of bed 
haunted by the boy who'd raped me 
haunted by my father's death 
haunted by the fact that you'd still allow him 
to share these halls with my friends. 
haunted by the gaping void my life had become
see, my friends talked about God and saints
like they were dead. Little did they know that 
I was becoming one of the bodies. all because you refused 
to listen. 
I was only 18. 

I was only 18 when you saw me slipping away 
and still you demanded more, more blood from 
an already fragile stone. all the help you gave 
only made it worse. 
I'm still finding pieces of myself in the dark 10
years later. I still grieve for all the time I lost. 
how foolish of me to think that this was home. 
how could I have known any better? 
I was, after all, only 18...

-Allēna 12/7/2025

#coercion #cptsd #dvsurvivor #MarylandCollege #ourpoetry #stjohnscollegeannapolis

This was the result of a very special workshop on ekphrastic poetry today.

I am a sorceress, twice in exile –
they claim my magic is merely madness, but
those with the eyes to see know better
I am the voiceless breaker of curses, until now
bearer of grief no one knows about
I am no one’s prisoner anymore

to know myself is to know my power
to know myself is the key to my freedom
I have all that I need
there is an embarrassment of riches in my heart
and though you may not like what you see
you might be shocked by it
terrified by it
I have looked within so I can look without
I see you for all that you are now
and you hold no charm for me
I am made of night and waves and song
water and air, wrath and lightning
while you are made of nothingness
I do not need you, you need me
you will no longer have my pain

so here I go, I’ve broken my chains
and the ties that bind me
and I take my first steps into the dawn and
the red world

~”the sorceress”, after breaking the vicious circle by remedios varo, written by Allēna 11/9/2025

#ekphrasticpoetry #ourpoetry #poetryWorkshop

I rustle through the carpet of leaves as patterns of thought overwrite family history. Unrevealed volitions rise from chthonic depths of spirit as the ungrateful son I never was becomes the daughter of Gaya I am.

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Ooops, I had more spoons than previously thought.. And made a zine.

If you want your own copy of it, it’s over here 💛

If you relate, you have my condolences. This is a sad one.

-Lazarus

#actuallyAuDHD #ActuallyAutistic #contemplation #isolation #Loneliness #OurArt #ourpoetry #sadness #spilledink #thoughts #trauma #zine