yoga pants

you wore these
and now i too
to feel close to you

when i open up my lungs
it’s you i’m breathing for
a pranayama for two

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019

GUEST POST // #2407 by onlyfragments

I am not the granddaughter of the witches you couldn’t burn.
I am not the blood of their blood or any of that suburban white witch bullshit.
I am Witch because the title is mine to claim by right:
by right of my rage
by right of my resistance
by right of my existence in a world
that threatens to crush everything I love under the boot heel of assimilation.
You want Burning Times?
I’ll show you some motherfucking Burning Times.

by ONLYFRAGMENTS
© All rights reserved 2020

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MY ODIUM F(R)IEND // Six Word Story #91

She pissed off even her goldfish.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MY ODIUM F(R)IEND // Six Word Story #90

Her trusty peephole replaced social interaction.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MY ODIUM F(R)IEND // Six Word Story #89

Books had more spine than her.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021