
Leaving,
living, holding,
keeping. The words
they stream from
my lips but their
meaning is loss
in the confusion,
miscommunication
in translation
there is no perfection.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you 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

Leaving,
living, holding,
keeping. The words
they stream from
my lips but their
meaning is loss
in the confusion,
miscommunication
in translation
there is no perfection.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina