Open doors, loose change in back pockets clanging loudly spinning in a hot dryer. Tub, filled with cold water, a glass of beer lukewarm, the smell of garbage resting, occupant at standstill. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! Want access to my rough drafts and special updates? Check…
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.
American Classic Baby (poem #354)
Slick back, black hair, greased up pomeade sculpting adonis hair a word for the mouth, a kiss for your rear leather thick and welcoming, ready to embrace jeans and crisp white T ragged and raging looking like a sulky James Dean, my sweet American classic baby. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe…
Bitterness Sweetly Softened [poem #353]
“Bitterness, sweetly softened by thick cream that swallows…”
Diamonds Aching (poem #352)
Blossoming words left lips, let lips lick and drink, sounds lifting to earlobe hanging gracefully there not fully digested, shining like diamonds aching to be recognized. Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! Want access to my rough drafts and special updates? Check out my Patreon! -Alina
Here I am (poem #351)
Here I am, sitting here, her she, I, waiting for something, some one to come, will anything? any one come here? Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems! Want access to my rough drafts and special updates? Check out my Patreon! -Alina