Cloud cover blankets
the city in a cold gray
a softness settles in the
air mixed with the wet
anticipation of stormy
weather.
Author: Alina H. Hansen Writer & Poet
Alina Happy Hansen is a writer, poet, and blogger based in San Francisco. Besides writing nearly 24/7 and reading stacks of books, Alina enjoys watching classic horror films and listening to Stoner Metal. She holds a Bachelors of Arts in English with a Minor in Writing and Rhetoric Studies from The University of Utah.
Difference (poem #394)
There is a difference between the two,
the spaces between the night that plague
and bodies that move.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Dead Folk (poem #393)
There are too many dead folk here, I can’t breathe.
And the spaces between them hold me together
in the unknown dark space of the night.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
The Sun is Out(poem #392)
The sun is out and it is annoying. There are too many words here and too many lies
in the broken speeches of the night. There are too many dreams lying
in the dark eyes of the morning sun. What do I dream of in the closed night
in the broken dreams? The sky in the night of the dead, holding down
the shapes of the water.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Crow Talking (poem #391)
Clouds softly flow
across skies of cerulean
a voice in the distance calling,
and I swear I can make out
words, then I realize
it’s a crow talking.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina