Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black bird in close up photography
    Raven Wings

    Slid into heaven

    Thanks to raven wings and bones

    It is a dark room

    Scattering of beads, thunder

    I wake in the morn

    poem written in Tanka form

Rain Falling [Poem #75]

Feels like a sad poem but honestly I was in a very good mood while writing this.

Rain falling, times passes on.

We all wash away, down the street,

down the gutter, into the depths

of the Earth.