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

Fog Slips Down the Hill

Fog slips down the hill
kissing windows and roads I
slide into my mind
and wonder where you are
who you have become

A Tanka.