he calls her ‘art house’
there’s sound and the picture’s clear
but he can’t fathom
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Author Archives: Tony Single
DOLLY MIXTURE (With Love to Women) // A Liquorice Six Word Story
Men’s heaven? A mirror floor office.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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DOLLY MIXTURE (With Love to Women) // A Jelly Bean Tanka
we are pretty sure
venus doesn’t want a riot
when she spins clockwise
mixing up her left and right
how very like a woman
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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100 WORD SKITTLE // Once Upon a Lent
God spake to me in a dream. “Arise, my son. Hasten thee to the kitchen!”
I arose. I did hasten me to the kitchen. At the fridge I did pray, “What now, Lord?”
“Bratwursts be Satan’s handiwork. Thou must cleanst thine abode of these sin sausages via fasting and supplication! And maybe a bin.”
But I ateth my filleth of them—did it matter anyway how evil be conquered? Still, I did fell to the floor in bloat and faint.
“Forgive me, Lord! Save me from your wrath! (And excess pounds…) I only did this in your Name after all!”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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seeds for your pocket
o demon face
may you reach the end of yourself
so that you will know
you will know that no one had to die
your lies have led to a thousand blooms
set alight in the silence
your crimes have made them feel too much
everything then nothing
the bodies you’ve threshed underfoot
are the seeds you’ve sown of your destruction
their scarlet heads now reach and sway
freedom cries scattered to the wind
and the wind remove all trace of you
hie thee into damnable night
your brutal answers went unquestioned
now circling back to haunt you
o barrel chest
may you reach the end of your hollow self
you know that none had to die
you fucking know
by TONY SINGLE
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