Writer in San Francisco, CA
HELLO EVERYONE!
This is an announcement about an upcoming event.
I will be doing a Poetry Reading at the 2018 Utah Arts Festival
Scheduled for June 21st @ 2:30 p.m. at Big Mouth Stage
I will be reading some of my original poetry with a possibility of selling printed copies of selected poems after the reading.
This is a great opportunity and I am so grateful to the UAF, thank you thank you thank you!
-Alina
HELLO EVERYONE!
This is an announcement about an upcoming event.
I will be doing a Poetry Reading at the 2018 Utah Arts Festival
Scheduled for June 21st @ 2:30 p.m. at Big Mouth Stage
I will be reading some of my original poetry with a possibility of selling printed copies of selected poems after the reading.
This is a great opportunity and I am so grateful to the UAF, thank you thank you thank you!
-Alina
I skim the letter you sent
holding down the pages
with a finger, with my entire
being, reading on and on.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
To read more of my poems and short stories please subscribe or follow!
-Alina
Words boiling under the skin
hearts pulsing and drifting into
the sky. A light in the darkness.
A recurring thought, circles and
circles, spinning into the void.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future!
To read more of my poems and short stories please subscribe or follow!
-Alina
Here is the third and final part of my “Bertha” short story series. I’d love your feedback, leave a comment below!
Bertha is gone! Emilio rushes over to the edge of the bar. Her stool is empty and Bertha is on the floor motionless. A few other patrons stand up and look over. Someone is laughing a little bit, “Must’ve been one hell of a beer!”
Emilio runs back around the bar and calls for Peter the manager. Now that people see his reaction a few others come other quickly to see what’s going on.
Emilio is on his knees, he pulls her hair out of her face. Her eyes are open, the glass eye fixed on him. Emilio shudders.
“Call an ambulance! I think she’s had a stroke or something! I think she’s dying!”
Emilio hears Peter start to yell for everyone to get back. Peter barks orders to a server to call for an ambulance. Peter is trained in CPR and it’s not the first time Emilio sees him move the head of a patron and check for a pulse.
Time seems to slow down. It feels like forever before the EMT’s show up. But well before then, Peter has already given up on Bertha.
No pulse, no breathing, nothing. He tried CPR on her for a few minutes, then the silence spread throughout the bar.
Peter sighed, “She’s dead.”
THE END
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