How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
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
How the sun moves,
across the golden expanse
dreams criss-cross and pull
the mind, overlap the skin,
teeth, jaw, skull.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina