Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black bird in close up photography
    Raven Wings

    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

my bones [poem #582]

eyes glitter gold,

I’m cold and waiting

for you. Waiting for

the sun to rise, and

melt this sorrow from

my bones.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf5C4dnA40-/