Writer in San Francisco, CA
Today I attended the Launch Party for the University of Utah’s Literary Journal The Canticle. I read my poem, ‘Ready to Eat’, and enjoyed listening to the other contributors readings.
I want to thank the Head Editor, Sally G., for putting together and publishing this years journal as well as my boyfriend, Dallas, who took photos of my reading.
Photos courtesy of Dallas Basta (2017)
Hello Readers!
I am just announcing that another one of my poems, this time ‘Ready To Eat‘, will be published and released in the University of Utah‘s Literary Journal The Canticle (Spring 2017) !
This is the second year in a row that a poem of mine has been published in The Canticle and I am so grateful to the English Department at the UofU, the Editors, Readers, EVERYONE for giving me this amazing opportunity to expose my work.
Thank you!
-Alina
Free Hand #4 (version one)
The blood that seeps into
Cracks and crevices of rock and stone.
Tile, carpet, wood. Painting painting
Painting the night with a sweetest, irony
Scent. Touch the edge, smear the finger tips.
Rouge the red, on the bathroom floor.
Parts of you, parts of us all, in the blood
On the floor.
(revision)
BLOOD
The blood that seeps into,
the mouth, the cracks and crevices. The rock
and stone, tile, carpet, wood, the back of
the throat. Painting, painting, pain-
-ting the night with a sweet irony scent. Touch,
the edge, smear the finger-
tips, rouge red on the bathroom floor. Parts
of you, parts of us all, in the blood.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
A piece I am working on, inspired by the self sacrifice of Thic Quang Duc (1963).
The sun set softly in a sea of gold, a hell
under the flesh erupted into flames
that climbed up the spine, engulfing the head.
Enlightenment and flesh boiled in glorious
colors that illuminated the eyes of onlookers.
Skin, seared and melting reveals the bones
underneath. The body crumbles into a pile of
nothing, a sacrifice silent in flames and dust.
Sifting through the ash and rubble
to find the glowing remnants of one that once
lived.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina
The blood that seeps into
Cracks and crevices of rock and stone.
Tile, carpet, wood. Painting painting
Painting the night with a sweetest, irony
Scent. Touch the edge, smear the finger tips.
Rouge the red, on the bathroom floor.
Parts of you, parts of us all, in the blood
On the floor.
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If you’re reading this, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you return in the future.
-Alina