#ourpoetry — Public Fediverse posts

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 taken the One Ring and the prettiest parts of Middle Earth in the aftermath of waxing his ass in court” lol.

-Allēna

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 taken the One Ring and the prettiest parts of Middle Earth in the aftermath of waxing his ass in court” lol.

-Allēna

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 i, before, kept lodged in my throat 
it scares me still but i want you to know 
the same way i did that way in july when i first 
overcame my fear 
so let me find words for the finest kind 
of golden hour within my mind - 

you call me a hurricane, a sea
but what if, for a moment, i was still, 
held, wrists in your hands 
above my head?
i am all angles and curves in all the wrong places 
hard-edged everywhere i should be soft
eyes too dark to be this light 
but what if i was beautiful, something close to gentle,
then, there, to you?
i’ve spent my life as soon as i could 
running, but what if, for once, 
i didn’t want to flee, 
held fast in that early morning light?
then at last, desperation could go unspoken, 
but be known and seen and felt… 

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 i, before, kept lodged in my throat 
it scares me still but i want you to know 
the same way i did that way in july when i first 
overcame my fear 
so let me find words for the finest kind 
of golden hour within my mind - 

you call me a hurricane, a sea
but what if, for a moment, i was still, 
held, wrists in your hands 
above my head?
i am all angles and curves in all the wrong places 
hard-edged everywhere i should be soft
eyes too dark to be this light 
but what if i was beautiful, something close to gentle,
then, there, to you?
i’ve spent my life as soon as i could 
running, but what if, for once, 
i didn’t want to flee, 
held fast in that early morning light?
then at last, desperation could go unspoken, 
but be known and seen and felt… 

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 sparkle
something different, divorced from me
as 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 

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 sparkle
something different, divorced from me
as 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 

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 The Brave Pain, and beyond.

I’m stoked.

-Allēna

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 The Brave Pain, and beyond.

I’m stoked.

-Allēna

I performed “thirsty ghost” tonight at Linneman’s.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DV-AgctgB8z/?igsh=bHpmejc4OW12dzR2

-Allēna

I performed “thirsty ghost” tonight at Linneman’s.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DV-AgctgB8z/?igsh=bHpmejc4OW12dzR2

-Allēna

“supplication”

you have taken the world that I was
and left me empty 
craving 
longing
is there anything that I can use to fill the chasm 
on the side of the bed where you once slept 

I stumble home 
if I can even still call it that 
for in the taking, you 
took more than just yourself 
you took everything that meant something to me
from this space and left it ruined 
just like me 

now even the flies are starving

sobs wrack my threadbare chest 
everyone that I once knew is turning
away from me and into their own personal 
darkness, tired
can you come back and give me anything 
even undo me again
please 

-Allēna 1/11/2026

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

AT LONG LAST, FEAR NOT THE BRAVE PAIN IS LIVE!

This is not a drill!!

Grab your copy here.

-Allēna

#ourpoetry #poetryzine #zines #zinesters

AT LONG LAST, FEAR NOT THE BRAVE PAIN IS LIVE!

This is not a drill!!

Grab your copy here.

-Allēna

#ourpoetry #poetryzine #zines #zinesters

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