Alysse Aallyn

Category: #Gender

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Artificial Intelligence

    Mimics

    Spew feebler copies 

    Randomized;

    Flash

    Spawn

    Mutates

    God’s

    Future

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Sexperts

    Amateurs lust;

    Adepts eye-roll –

    Grind teeth;

    Unslimed –

    Moodless;

    Un-

    Quickened.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Playing Telephone

    I quested

    You bested.

    I texted

    You sexted.

    You ghosted

    I roasted

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: His, Hers & Ours

    Parents offered three

    Identities; I said

    “No thanks” – became

    All three

  • Alysse Aallyn: haiku

    #Haiku: Awake till the End

    Solipsism:

    Madness defined.

    Fifteen tales

    Augur Moon and

    Mayhem

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #HAIKU: If

    Emptiness

    Transfigures

    Hunger;

    Repletion no subject

    For haiku.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Crow & Peacock

    Crow envies

    Peacock’s beauty;

    Peacock desires

    Crow’s freedom:

    You choose:

    Which?

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Lamaze

    Embrace discomfort

    Engage muscles:

    Pushing out

    Child or Idea.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Mouth to Mouth

    Close-ups blind us;

    Resuscitation is no kiss;

    Kidnappers can’t

    Dance

  • The Missing Bride – a mystery by Alysse Aallyn

     “Mirabel, you must let me 

    Tell Mom and Dad. They don’t

    Deserve this silence.”

    She turned mulish. Resistant.

    More stubborn than I’d ever be.

    “Mirabel is dead. It’s better for everyone.”

    “Mom & Dad won’t miss me. I was

    Nothing but trouble.”

    I spoke truth when I said;

    “I guarantee you that’s not true.

    They will never get over you.

    And in the meantime, Lord Verne gets away

    With murder. He’ll just kill

    Someone else, Mirabel;

    Don’t you get it? Violence is

    His foolproof way

    To get what he wants.”

    Mirabel moved her shoulders restlessly.

    She’d almost escaped that life and saw me

    Pulling her back.

    “I can’t go to jail. I’d rather die.”

    “People who make immunity

    Deals don’t go to jail. Derek’s family

    Must know a lawyer who’d negotiate

    For you. You stay anonymous

    Because deals never go to court.”

    She eyed me suspiciously.

    “What do YOU know about 

    Bargaining with prosecutors?”

    “I have a Netflix subscription!

    I watch the ID channel! If you tell them

    What you know it might be enough

    To convict him.

    Get him out of all our lives

    Forever.” Fingers crossed.

    She struggled to believe me.

    She had so little trust.

    Yet I was the one

    She’d invited inside.

    “I have the murder weapon,” she admitted.

    “I told him I got rid of it. And

    The shirt he wore – it’s bloody.

    In a safety deposit box.”

    A thrill ran through me.

    I hadn’t expected

    Such cagey planning, but

    I should have; from

    The Girl Who Got Away.

    “That’s probably enough,” I promised.

    But still my sister hesitated,

    Torn between embracing her 

    Imaginary life with its

    Brand new identity and

    Facing her destroyer.

    I played my final card.

     “You owe me,” I whispered.

    “You owe the dead girls.

    And so Mirabel – not Franny but

    The grown up girl who’d always been

    My sister; made up her mind.

    She accepted herself; the way

    I had always accepted her.