Blossoming moon
in the midnight sky,
ink black and speckled
with stars and souls.
A distant call bleeds
through the darkness,
a shadow creeps.
Clouds swallow the
suspended white orb
then there is nothingness.
Thank you for reading!
-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