Behold, the light and cringe. It blinds us and we close our eyes. The screams are louder now, and I have forgotten words. There is nothing outside of this but the endless night that consumes a soul. If you are reading this Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my…
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.
My Favorite Tracks: Chelsea Wolfe
Chelsea Wolfe’s magnetic voice echoes across a world of emulated darkness, a darkness that is welcomed. Her music often exudes a sense of other-worldliness, or a world we have long since forgotten, with tribal drums and mysteriously magical lyrics. I would say Wolfe touches on a darker and truer form of the human psyche, one…
Free Hand #66
A mind that drips and falls down into a hole that is covered revealed and covered over and over over time. What is lost of the mind? That follows and falls? If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in…
Free Hand #65 (Sky Bends and Pulls)
SKY BENDS AND PULLS Whatever the sky does, it bends and pulls me down into nowhere. The heart of your skin pulls and sags as blood pushed through. You held onto the edge of a cloud and fell off somewhere over the ocean. I’m bones and blood and spit and words, at the end…
Free Hand #64 (The Existence of Words)
The Existence of Words And so, it goes one the words that trip over themselves over and over, until they hang suspended in our thoughts becoming nothing but sounds, becoming nothing but vibrations that erode and disappear into the abyss. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your…