Allia (A.E.) Sadeghipour

Recipe for Rhyme

convert millimeter to metermake your rue rhymecarefully roll out your pentameterand bring your brain to boil

Such joy and torment can befound in a piece of string Hours of sheer blisspawing at the airmoments of sickening tormentas you pull softlydigit over digit Such power in a piece of string! We can string things togetheror string them alongSomething to never forgetOr never rememberBinding for maintenancepain or pleasure Strung out or strung up?Continue reading “Ode to a Piece of String”

Gnarled and Naked

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“Violent Green Synthesis,” Velvet Pipe Tobacco,” & “Vehemently Voracious”Picture Show Press: V: An Anthology of Poetry (2019) Velvet, vixen, villain, vinyl, veil … This powerful anthology contains poems that primarily explore naming, love, #metoo, wordplay, and nostalgia.

Muscles of Mastication

ganglion cysts form in my jaw as my molars clench together rugged concrete on asphalt a popping in my right ear an auditory acknowledgement of the human mask

Post-Punk T-Mec

Madeline’s coffeehouse was wrecked. Just like the community center had been, only this was much worse because we knew Steve, Mike, Joe, okay whatever his name was, well we used to know him. But he knew us and, he had no idea what we are going to do. We were bored. We were pissed. AndContinue reading “Post-Punk T-Mec”

Shivering in Malfunction

The frustration of living in constant pain to the point of temporary paralysis (oh trust me! Old lefty has crapped out on me quite a few times) while your entire buddy is spasming and cramping as you are desperately on the internet looking for any masseuse or physical therapist that is open or SHIT! evenContinue reading “Shivering in Malfunction”

Berkeley Burning

Squatters, low-lives, fucking millennial generation. The whole place had gone up in flames. Hellfire paradise burned back up to the heavens. The entire warehouse was a sparking pyrotechnic nightmare. Daisy chained extension cords connected together weaving in and out of crumbling rooms. One room a mausoleum of discarded luggage piled high on both sides, theContinue reading “Berkeley Burning”

I Need …

I need writing because if I stop, my inner child dies. If I stop, I kill my god. If I stop, there is no place for me. If I stop, I will forget to love. If I stop, I will forego forgiveness. If I stop, voices are silenced. If I stop, my sister bruises. IfContinue reading “I Need …”

The Woman in the Wall

There was a strange woman who lived in our walls. She was gloomy and dreary and not very tall. When I told my mother about the woman in the wall, she gasped and shrieked because there was no woman at all.