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

Fog Slips

Fog slips into the 

city a symphony of

sirens horns and shouts. 

Let time swallow me up and

keep me here safe and sound.

Are you a writer? I can help you with your projects (fiction, poetry, personal essays, etc).