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

The Rain Falls

The rain falls and I 

Drink tea and type quietly 

Words spill out but do

They mean anything in the

Morning light, in the quiet hour?

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