Silver flask full of
alchemist’s liquor
in a denim coat pocket,
oil stained and torn.
A fantasy come true,
ever-lasting life for
hog rider, once
an alchemist
in days of yore.
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
Silver flask full of
alchemist’s liquor
in a denim coat pocket,
oil stained and torn.
A fantasy come true,
ever-lasting life for
hog rider, once
an alchemist
in days of yore.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina