Two Poems by


William Allegrezza





Just Collective



/other/             to

            word                 as the

energy    imagined



our construction



                in [a lane] where

force is tribal and taken

as bouncing balls

chime *

                motions spells


                  as the chaotic creation

            of something unreproducible

in the plaster midst

of the



the all falls out of /place/








our acres         have

grown open

as we    were speaking    of leaves

                                                   near fire.

we didn’t recognize



            with victory, we shuffled

into old elevators with shiny bronze

and dust corner, onto seats cracked

with time.


even now we are a moving through,

not a meaning, not an experience.


we would like to find the loss,

but we have silence and

                         gravity for a place setting.









William Allegrezza edits the press Moria Books, the blogzine Moss Trill, and teaches at Indiana University Northwest.  He has published many poetry books, poetry reviews, articles, translations, short stories, and poems.  He founded and curated series A, a reading series in Chicago, from 2006-2010.  William Allegrezza is online at



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