Cave of Expressions The words pull me under, tide sweeps overhead. Trying to dive into nowhere into nothing and burning, my mind, my head. My only sickness that plagues me is a cave of expressions that molds in the darkness of my intellect. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out…
Notebook Excerpts #4 (May/June)
Here are some excerpts from my May and June Notebooks. I use regular composition notebooks to write in, take notes, and attempt poetry and fiction. I have filled one entire Notebook every month for the last few years. I find it to be a good habit that keeps my writing and my mind fresh. +…
Hospital Stay: Flash Fiction Series #7
Hospital Stay by Alina Happy Hansen He sits propped up on some pillows. The sick smell of bleach and antiseptic is inescapable. His neighbor groans in pain behind the curtain partition. The TV flickers every other minute, the signal weak. A voice calls to him from outside the opened window. His heart beats furiously. The…
Free Hand #38 (Buried)
Buried The body rolls under the poison, a hell, a heart that devours and an endless mind. Inhale the toxin, thoughts plague the distorted imagery of reality. How does the ocean sound to a dead man buried on the beach? If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day…
Free Hand #37 (Hitchcock’s Frenzy)
photo source: imdb.com Last night I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s FRENZY with my boyfriend Dallas. Really good movie but it’s about a rapist/murderer that kills a bunch of women…had some pretty graphic scenes and social commentary on/about women hmmmmmmm. Here’s a small poem I did today in reflection of it. Hitchcock’s Frenzy The empty body…