a poem as a place
that I can situate myself in
somewhere between abstraction
and soul, where thoughts and
meanings are created and misused
over and over again.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

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
a poem as a place
that I can situate myself in
somewhere between abstraction
and soul, where thoughts and
meanings are created and misused
over and over again.
Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
-Alina