Category: Poetry

Clouds gather, a grumbling gray in the distance. A push from above, tiny hands of sky gods pressing down, their words wet with rain.   Thank you for reading! -Alina

Tea swimming through cracked lips, a scowl. The smell of sage mixed with burning dust, her clothes creased and decades old. Another sip and groan, eyes trained to look for the worst.   Thank you for reading! -Alina

Prickly needles, green body thick and dry rooted in sand and rubble. A lonely hawk circles above, enticed by a scampering shadow, he descends, perching atop the prickly needles.   Thank you for reading! -Alina