The sun peaks out and the snow has melted already water in the gutter, tricking me into believing there may be an early spring even though I know it is too soon to think of that. Despising the cold, and drifting away into a winter melancholy. I wait for time to pass, and warmth to…
Category: Poetry
Say Something [poem #115]
Stuck in a time where nothing matters my lips are sealed shut with laws that bind…
Free Hand #114
The wise are silent but speak up when guidance is most needed. —————————————- Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
My Response to Utah’s Bears Ears National Monument Controversy
Everything’s been a blur lately as the semester has been winding down and I have had to dedicate all of my time to studying and writing up final essays for my rhetoric classes. During all this, last weekend specifically, the Bears Ears issue came alive in SLC. There was protesting, marches, and a grim succession…
Free Hand #113 (Winter)
The blossoms are dead, dried up and crushed into the dirt, into the ground from which they came. Life’s skeleton parades around in the wind, a storm is coming. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina