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

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
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