Poem #192 (Words Matter)

My poems are practice, everyday I try to write a few poems no matter how rough or unpolished they are. This practice helps me regularly push my mind into a creative pathway that becomes more familiar and routine. 

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I tweak the words and corner the page

ink bleeding fast as the rain falls

splatters, book spins worn out and

shredding the mind, into letters

into sentences frag-

-mented and destroyed.


 

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-Alina 

Poem #191 (Summertime Eyes)

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Summertime eyes glazed with heat

the hearts that beat fast, beat last.

Pulling off our skins and dancing in

the blood, the pains of our loves

the pains of our hearts trampled

on the dance floor.


 

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-Alina

Reader Poll: What do you want to read?

Hello!

I am planning on publishing posts regularly now that I will have more time this summer (graduating finally!). I would love to know if there are any topics/subjects that you would be interested in reading. Please complete the poll and feel free to leave comments or contact me with any suggestions!

Thank you to all my followers and regular readers (and new ones too!), I really appreciate your time and dedication in reading my writing.

-Alina

 

Poem #190 (Dice)

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Die that spins and falls

the sides, side one, side four,

six, eight? White, black, white

dot, dot, dot. Die that spins

and falls.


 

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-Alina

Poem #189 (Blood, Bones, Sweat)

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Bloodied fingers, set small skins apart

the bones that crunch in the jaws of

the dog. I am the birds feathers, strewn

across the grass. Droplets of sweat, saliva,

and blood permeate the air.


 

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Finalist for MOE AWARDS 2018!

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I am an official FINALIST for the Mark of Excellence Award in Feature Writing for 2018!

The Mark of Excellence Award is presented by the Society of Professional Journalists to collegiate student newspapers, journals, and writers.

 

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My Finalist Article that I wrote for The Daily Utah Chronicle: 5 Horror Movies that Subvert Tropes of Gender, Race and Politics

I am so honored to be a finalist and to be selected in a pool of over 10,000 student writers! Even though I was not a winner this is a huge achievement. I want to thank The Daily Utah Chronicle, my Editors for the A&E desk, and my fellow staff writers.

Thank you!

-Alina

Short Story Series: “Bertha” (Part 2)

“Bertha” (Part 2): Ongoing series

by Alina Happy Hansen

Emilio imagines her as a pirate queen. Her eye plucked out of her head in a fight on some deserted island. Searching for treasure or maybe searching for another hit. He pours her beer and goes to clean the racks in the fridge under the bar. It is slow enough that there is not much to do and only a few people to wait on. Taking the bottles and cans out, he takes a clean rag and begins to wipe out the fridge all while speculating that Bertha was probably once a junkie and definitely not a pirate. Her hair is matted and loose, her face sagging, the skin a sickly pale color. Her hands calloused and claw-like hold her glass of beer possessively.

Suddenly Emilio thinks of her hands around his throat, her glass eye bulging out then popping out her head all together. A shiver goes through him and he stands up trying to shake it off.  Now he’s just creeping himself out.

He can feel her eyes or eye on him as he moves and out of instinct looks over at her. Her face is stone but she is staring directly at him. Her teeth-less mouth knitted into itself, her lips non-existent. Emilio doesn’t want her here, he wants her to go but he recognizes this feeling. He gets it every time she gets here, right after the first few minutes. By the end of the hour hopefully he’ll be too busy to notice her. A huge crash makes him jolt and Emilio looks at Bertha. 


 

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Poem #188 (Power of the Mind)

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The power of the mind

comes alive in the darkness

of the dreams,

they drift and

destroy the world, fading

into the sun,

into the sky.


 

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Poem #187 (Snags in the Details)

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carpet clean, woven polyester

mind torn up, the fabric ripped

at the edge, snagged on toenails

and calloused heels. Different

eyes in the carpet, look cold and

watching upwards for passerbys.


 

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-Alina