Page by page, how it bends and folds
the next page that reveals something new
something unheard of. And yet, after
there are no more pages, they remain
powerful reminders of worlds within words.
Free Hand [poem #73]
The wind whispers across the night,
what to do when out of sight? Not so sure
not too bright. You think you can get away
with anything, in the night.
Free Hand [poem #72]
Moments that bleed out.
You can taste them in the air.
Palpable and bitter,
the eyes sting, heart aches.
How does it feel to live?
9/11: A Day of Remembrance
Every year on this day America remembers the loss that we experienced on September 11th, 2001. A day that changed America dramatically. Even though I am young, I still remember that day and my own memories and experiences on that day still vividly remain with me. There are no words that can accurately describe the pain and loss that we felt as a nation 16 years ago and still do today. It is in this small way that I acknowledge the significance of today and my own responsibility as an American to give my respect.
-Alina Hansen
Free Hand #71
Words that drip off the lips and fall
to the ground. They dry up and disappear in the
air. The blood that drips off the lips and falls
to the ground. Stains.
If you’re reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!
I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina