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Still Life: Vague Affirmations for the Introvert [a poem]

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

maybe its ok, to slip into the dark bar and settle in the back

among the discarded lip-smudged glasses, maybe i won’t get high

today or intake egregious amounts of CBD to calm my catapulting stomach, maybe

there is nothing wrong with the quiet, possibly, since the eyes always

stick to my skin, like roving centipedes I can feel everyone coming after me

maybe I’d be safer at home, among the dream-soiled pillows and second-skin

blankets, there is strength in the solitude, or is there? my only friend, my pet would know, would they?

I am strong in my sequestered life, still life, as I freeze in the headlights of all

these strangers staring at me.

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Poseidon Crashing Down [a poem]

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

He drinks lava and slinks among the alien fish on the black abyss seafloor, scourging any creatures that dare wander too close. Once a God, now

discarded scum. The sea boils, sickened with pollution and the monsters wait silently for a command. Lost all hope to reconquer the humans, to

make them fear the sea again for reasons they should. No, he is weary, brimming with resentment and the ancient gold bones in his ethereal

body have begun to crack. Floating upward through shades of blue, he baubles to the surface, aimlessly rides a wave and

crashes back down into his tormented slumber.

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Quiet Spectacles of Affection [a poem]

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

Quiet spectacles of affection slip under

the radar of others in a crowded space. Pulsing

with the beat of life, a quick kiss and grip,

skin on skin, a heart race, makes the sun shine

brighter, blue skies burst. The intimacy, a quiet creation

of woven strings sewing one to the other, pulling them

tighter together.

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Drink Dreams [a poem]

Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet

wandering thoughts scattered across

a decadent table of rotten apples, i lift a holy grail and

drink dreams, swirl and travel down into spiral tunnels in-

-to subconscious deconstructions of self, am i me, am i

you? am i conscious dirt or something else trapped

in flesh?

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