“In the trees, the eyes of the the night gaze…”
Poem #183 (Midnight Wanderer)
In the midnight hours, I am alive like no other. Eyes bright and ignited with fire and wonder, I roam the streets under the pale moon instilled with desire to create and to destroy. Thank you for reading my work! Please follow or subscribe to the emailing list on the right to read more…
Poem #182 (Coffee and Blood)
Cup, grey ceramic cut, the edge of the lip on the rim. Blood begins to surface droplets mix with coffee and cream. Thank you for reading my work! -Alina
Poem #181 (Egg to Fish)
Boiled eggs roll on the counter shell discarded like scales of a fish pulled back and pink flesh quartered. Belly sliced open and white skin eaten, slips and slides in the mouth, the yellow yolk cooked into a chalky paste that sticks to lips and teeth. Thank you for reading my work! …
Poem #180 (Rain and Wind)
Rain hits the window a small drumming of fingers tap, tap, tap, tap taptaptaptaptap listening to the wind whisper and chide the trees, the leaves in a chorus yelling in protest. Thank you for reading my work! -Alina