Sun turnstiles and I am revolving around you. In orbit, you do not glow, glitter, or emanate a light source, life source. You are a moon, created out of cataclysm, but reflecting light nonetheless you are the center.
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.
Minds twisted (poem #569)
Minds twisted, twirls, turnpikes, a gyre gyrating under pressure, a God’s fist knuckles in the Earth.
The edge (poem #568)
Sun watching. The dreams of the world. I am here and holding the sun together, the edge of the night. The edge of the world.
Remember (poem #567)
Memories fragile, ripped away a stretch, reaching for-was it something I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
New Strength (poem #566)
Muscle rip, tears to heal, a new form ache, and aching for a time after, rinse repeat. new muscle, new tear, new strength.