once upon a rainbow

monsters don’t only live in the dark
they can inhabit the light as well
in crystal castles or silky meadows
or knee-deep in marshmallow rivers

no warning, all charge, the unicorn rises
threatening death with thunderous hooves
it seems the most innocent of creatures
can also run plum out of patience

beautiful and elegant, it gores you
your viscera entangled in its mane
horn arcs, glints like wine spilled in the sun
yes, this is no mere ruby’s sparkle

even gargoyles, devils, trolls and wolves
fear the unicorn’s territorial will
because not only can it disembowel
it will also shit rainbows over your corpse

so remember kids, monsters are real
they’re just not always what you would think
now close your eyes, listen to a lullaby
about crystal castles and silky meadows…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

GUEST POST // When You Go by House of Heart

When you go I become
the sea gull begging salt from
from briny air,
My heart a deep blue sea.
I channel you in the nightingale’s
perpetual call that awakens my
unrelenting desire.
Come the buttery dawn your faded coat
hangs from my bed post and I
become so small I could slip
inside the lining of your chest,
sheltered by the warmth of your
skin where I belong.

by HOUSE OF HEART
© All rights reserved 2024

print queue

i ordered a 3d printer today
the opportunities are endless
i can print some nice decorations
or print a brand new gutenberg press
or even print a new stapes for both ears
or at least two brand new hearing aids
or how about a robot interpreter
fluent in every sign language ever
but will communication be better
if i spend a big fat cheque on this
sure, i could print a stack of gold bullion
to buy me a god to answer my prayers
or print a brand new humbert humbert
to buy me a god to answer my prayers

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

TROTTERSVILLE #10

You can find TROTTERSVILLE #1 here > Ba Dum Tish!

by TONY SINGLE & TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2024

TATI’s AND TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Crazed Girl by William Butler Yeats

That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, “O sea-starved, hungry sea.’

by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS (1865-1939)
Public Domain Poetry