holding the world in the realms of the night, the realms of the living, keeping a revolving sphere on its axis, so ready to fall off.
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.
in the darkest place [poem #582]
“linger eyes and look to me, in the darkest place where your heart…”
my bones [poem #582]
A poem about a person waiting for their departed lover to return.
star streak (poem #581)
star streak, dressed in fire, across a mountainscape, across buried souls in bodies and bones. A silent cry, silver tail follows, in an instant there, gone, fading light swallowed by the dark.
glittering (poem #580)
a glittering mouth, full grill silver and gold. ice ice ice everywhere and fresh. soft clothes, loose, comfortable and loud, glittering glittering