Earlier this year, we wrote a poem called anastasis tree. It’s one of our personal favourites and it seems this was also the case for many of you, our dear readers. Oh, and guess what? We were lucky enough to have the inimitable Miljenko Williams do a reading of it for us. We think you’ll agree that he’s done an absolutely wonderful job. Please do sit back, relax, and enjoy! (Also, may we recommend that you cast a curious ear over another of his readings here? It’s one of his own poetic efforts. Seriously, check it out. It’s SO good!)
thick scabbed bark like a panoply
but tenderer than a wing-stroke
stealthy touches, airy kisses,
cracking, cracking
i’m but a breath, thinly stretched
by potter o’er clay and bone
i’m a tumbleweed in tumbleland
a noose dropped at the hanging tree
gnawing trails through rotten caudex
weaving cocoons inside the heartwood
quivering fibrils, feeble pulse
waiting, waiting
you are closer than the wisp of lips
you are deeper than oceans mere
you are greater than fears all brung
an empty space at the hanging tree
gentle stirring feels like convulsions
nobody asks you when you’re ready
voiceless screams, waterless tears
waking, waking
we all submit that need to know
we know love that seek out truth
we love true another’s name
our troubles left at the hanging tree
you want me for you
i want you for me
so let it be
a butterfly sways
on a hangman’s noose
at the dead tree
Text by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
Audio by MILJENKO WILLIAMS
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016
A great piece
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We’re delighted with it. Thanks for listening! 😀
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You are welcome sweetface and Tati I enjoyed it.
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Am totally bowled over by all the kindness expressed here. I haven’t done this very much, but enjoy it more each time I do it again. And reading someone else’s poem, poems as good as T&T’s in particular, allows me to caress and care for and love the words as gentle cousins – each with a life of their own. Yet even as they exist in solitude and experiential baggage, they are living in the same space as good family permits. So that’s how I feel about all the singular and collective comments yous have left. You have made my Sunday morning. Many thanks,
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Your voice is a hit, Mils. And we hope that this draws more attention to your own efforts with the pieces you’ve written. It deserves more attention. 😀
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🙂 If only …
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We’ll keep our fingers crossed. 😉
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First and foremost of all thank you for liking my post; As of right now, I have gotten nothing but 4 views, and I have gotten zero search terms, and I am supposed to be getting search terms! Having very little views and not having any search terms means that my blog may be in trouble! I have worked so very hard on doing this multi-part story, “A Girl Named Cinderella”, and I am hoping I would get more than 40 views. If you would, I would very much like to have you to please tell your family and friends about my blog, KALEIDOSCOPE; That way, it would help make my blog grow! Thank you so very much!-JW
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Hang in there. Your audience will grow. It just takes time. You WILL get there in the end. It helps to think of blogging as less of a sprint and more as a long distance marathon. You have to pace yourself. 🙂
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Thank you so very much for the advice.-JW
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totally cool
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Thank you, good sir. 🙂
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Extraordiarily beautiful … both the poem and the reading! Very, very well done!
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Another vote of confidence for Mr Mils! 😉
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A stunning write and brought alive some more when voiced. Lovely.
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Yes, Mils’s reading certainly did bring this to life, and he read it in such a way that made it feel like something that we hadn’t even written. Quite a feat, I have to say.
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certainly not pg
Love at the end of a rope
ah what it means to be unconnected
To life,an insatiable appetite
Love on the menu
Certainty not the greasy spoon
Horse drives
With a chasers
And cigarette afterwards
The Sheldon Perspective
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Sheldon, it looks like you got here in the nick of time! Join us, won’t you, for a fine dining experience replete with hors d’oeuvres, haute cuisine and more expensive plonk than you can poke a straw at! 😛
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Thank you Tony
I just started packing
If I rush
I can get there before
Sun down
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Don’t get your feet too wet as you cross the ocean, my friend! 😛
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Sounds great! It means a lot who is performing
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It certainly does to us too. Mils has a voice for this kind of thing and we’re so grateful to him! 🙂
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PS – Mils is awesome too…just sayin’.
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I quite agree! Take a bow, Mils! 😀
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Would love to read with him. Well done! 🙂
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You are always welcome to read one of our poems, M. We would love to have you featured here! 😀
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Squee! *bounces like Tigger* OMGosh…okay, okay…when? Adore you guys and would be an honor…seriously. 🤓🙃☺️
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Hee hee hee! I shall be in touch to arrange this, M. Can’t wait to hear your efforts! 😀
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😬😬🤓🙊
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*sigh* Love…*hugs* T & T.
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Aw, thanks, M. We love this too!
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You are welcome, Tony. ☺️
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