So calm, the pieces bold, bury themselves. Underneath the skin, A bone that splinters, under the strain finally breaks 60 years later. ————————————— If you are reading this, thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing. I hope you return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #9
In the night My mind spins. Blood boils, oh boiling not in rage. Not in peace, oh why why. The sun shines. Shining and sweet against the flesh. How the blood runs cold. In the night. Your eyes bury themselves. Into your skin. Into your body. Why cold, why now? Ramblings, into the darkness. The…
Notebook Excerpts #3 (April 2017)
Here are some excerpts from my April 2017 notebook! key: pieces are separated by a ‘+’ How I bled. Let it fall down, marble the cold sky. And the clouds are fat. FAT. in the meat of the sky. What are the words that break each other up and out, down and inside it…
End of the Month Reflection: Blogging, Writing and Reviews
Hello Readers ? This is an end of the month post reflecting on what I’ve done and what I plan to do with my blog.
Opioid/Heroin Addiction in Utah
I know this isn’t related to my categories Film, Music, Art for reflections but because I find this relevant to SLC, UT (where I live) and kind of mind-blowing, I’ve including this small reflection on Opioid/Heroin Addiction and Overdose related deaths in Utah. I recently did a project for one of my classes in which…