Category: Poetry

Snow drifts and moldy leaves, mud frozen hard there is nothing but the rain to wash it all away in the spring.   Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

So the words boil under my skin ’til they overflow from my lips, my teeth slick from the blood and bones and vowels that come alive under pressure under the clacking of my teeth words, words, words.   Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina

The body soul entrance to an exit the words that plague the mind the images that dance before the eyes.   Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!  -Alina