I’ve been thinking about issues such as minimum wage and the wage gap for women lately. This is some scribblings in response. Worn out and torn up. The skin begins to crease, in lines of worry, lines of hunger and fear. We are trodden on, under foot as they walk all over us. How…
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Freehand Poem #25
Rainy weather this week in SLC. I love it! Finally some relief from all that heat! Your words drop like ice against my skin. Forcing your way into the creases of my heart, trying to find any way in. Hoping I will crack, and break. Hoping that I will become weak and give in….
When Words Lose Meaning: Flash Fiction Series #3
Here is a rough version of a Flash Fiction piece I am working on. approx. word count: 130 When Words Lose Meaning by Alina Happy Hansen His eyes are black, she drones on, picking up her wine glass. Sips and mutters something under her breath. Her beauty blossoms in the candlelight but her…
Freehand Poem #24
Can’t wait for summer to be over. The heat is unbearable and winter is sounding better and better. Summer days end, and the hell in my heart rages on. After the wind dies down, after the seas calm into winter iciness. I am still full of the fire from days long past. To calm…
Freehand Poem #23: Desert Death
Good morning! or Good Afternoon! It’s only getting hotter in SLC right now. I am trying not to melt and keep my wits about me. Listening to: Night Beats- Who Sold My Generation (Full Album) Desert Death My body, my bones. Dried up and sour. Cracked to the core I begin to crumble….