
Screen, watch, listen, reply
no, yes, maybe. Sound,
image colliding, collide
until there is no reality
just realisms to absorb.
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

Screen, watch, listen, reply
no, yes, maybe. Sound,
image colliding, collide
until there is no reality
just realisms to absorb.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina