Doodling,
Mind drifting
across blue lines,
white paper held
together
by spiraled steel,
a line becomes a shape,
a figure, a creation
coming to life in the
margins.
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