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

Hot Earl Grey Tea

Hot earl grey tea in

the morning a quiet cry 

lingers in the blood

the people in a panic

“Leaders” calling themselves kings

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