Blue sky and bright eyes looking up up up to trace the jet lines that criss-cross across the horizon. The cold bitter air that bites, the leaves that pile up and lay dead on the ground. A whispering wind that foretells snow. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #96 (Winter)
Sun dips down and the days become longer, the trees getting ready for hibernation drop all their leaves and I can hear them rummaging in the gutter with the wind. Waiting for the rain to end and the snow to litter the ground freezing me out, freezing my soul. Thank you for reading my…
Free Hand #95 (In The End)
What do skies say? Above us and so blue waiting for the sun to implode become death. Will the sky change? from blue to green, to red, or yellow ? as atmospheres change as organisms die out leaving just rubble, ash, and dust. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return…
Free Hand #94 (a Poem as a Place)
a poem as a place that I can situate myself in somewhere between abstraction and soul, where thoughts and meanings are created and misused over and over again. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #93 (Occupying Space)
I occupy a space quiet and disconnected observing the clouds against the changing colors of the sky as the sun dips down into the hills. I reach out in hopes that there is another space for me somewhere else. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina