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

Blue Sky

Blue sky and white clouds

Crisp Spring air kisses softly 

Time slips by but words

Linger, how many days? Years?

It’s been too long, where are you?

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