The sun is out and it is annoying. There are too many words here and too many lies in the broken speeches of the night. There are too many dreams lying in the dark eyes of the morning sun. What do I dream of in the closed night in the broken dreams? The sky in…
Category: Poetry
Crow Talking (poem #391)
Clouds softly flow across skies of cerulean a voice in the distance calling, and I swear I can make out words, then I realize it’s a crow talking. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
Easter Day (poem #390)
Rain falls, Easter day, blossoms scatter in the wind press against windows, doors. Thunder above, darkness gathers cold smell of rain, a new beginning. Thank you for reading! -Alina INSTAGRAM
My First Novel: Moving, NaPoMo and Tidying-Up (4/18)
This month has been crazy. With all the moving and changes happening I’ve been trying to keep up and finally feel like I got a foothold. Now that I’m more settled in my new place and I have a little bit more time on my hands, I can get back to business. Working on “Part…
Sugary Insides (poem #389)
Sugary insides indulge sweet bitterness lined with rhythm and a hint of rhyme frosting, expunge with the tip of your tongue. Thank you for reading! -Alina