Blood boiling; a silent rage. The endless night as it infects and poisons itself. How silence cuts through words, making them bite sized and swalloable. ________________________________________ If you’re reading this thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you will return in the future. -Alina
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
Free Hand # 76 (Light and Dark)
The light that boils and sears the flesh. The eyes are blinded. And still there is darkness around the edges, living in shadows and drifting through the mind. Hot heat and bright lights do not fully distinguish the cool darkness that is still alive. If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out…
The Note [a short story]
Folded up and placed away. The note began to fade as the years went by. Moving from book to book, placed higher and higher on the shelf until it made it’s way to the attic. Now dead and gone, relatives search for valuables and vital documents. Rustling in the dark, the note waits to be…
Rain Falling [Poem #75]
Rain falling, time passes on.
Free Hand Poem [#74]
Page by page, how it bends and folds…