Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • rural dirt road intersection in countryside
    Crossroads

    I saw her at the 

    Crossroads, black dog at her heel

    A torch in her hand

    Another drink, a day gone

    Torch burning in the darkness

Minds twisted (poem #569)

Minds twisted,

twirls, turnpikes,

a gyre gyrating under

pressure, a God’s fist

knuckles in the Earth.