Poetry
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A quiet wisp (poem #383)
A quiet wisp of air snakes through the house at night, weaves itself through dreams and dust. Thank you…
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Words in my mouth (poem #382)
Books stacked high, the world that burns like forever eyes in the broken light of the summer sun. Where are…
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Rinds crusted (poem #381)
Rinds crusted, dried up fruit shrunk and coarse lips cracked, bleeding lifeless eater hand outstretched in the scorching desert heat.…
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My First Novel: Back from Vacation (3/14/19)
Last week I was on vacation in Las Vegas, Nevada. I went out of town to visit family and took…
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Words (poem #380)
words lift lightly traced fingerprints, upward torrents scale backs and tighten skin. Thank you for reading, -Alina PATREON INSTAGRAM
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Sun Traveling [poem #379]
“Sun traveling across barren skies, feeling the fields light up, reaching…”