Category: Poetry

Where do the dead and the motionless women go? Their hearts tremble and dive into the cold realms of the living, among the skyscraper cities and harsh outlander farms in distant regions. The elements are all the same, the heartless living more dead than alive.   Thank you for reading! Follow or check out my…

Eyes linger on forms misshapen clouds covering and swallow a city, a person. Recognize the image, look harder.   Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!  Want more? Check me out on Patreon! -Alina

Lips leak words worming into ears some fall to the floor wiggling into corners, ready to die and rot and mold turning to dust, turning to forgotten rubbish ready to excavate in years to come.   Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more poems!  Want access to my rough drafts and…

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…

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…