Alina Happy Hansen

Writer in San Francisco, CA

  • black and white san francisco skyline with fog
    SF

    In May, the fog slips

    Into the city nestling

    Against glass and steel

    I am perched at the bar and

    Swim in music and murmurs

Skeleton Bleached Clean [a poem]

glowing clouds wander, whisping
across a landscape riddled with
dead trees. a hollow howl from a coyote,
a sand twister, a skeleton bleached clean
by the sun. two black holes peering into
the endless expanse. a belt buckle shines among
the clutter.