by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Category Archives: COLLABORATIONS
Six Word Stories Omnibus: Volume Four
Hemingway sawed a cello to death.
Stole a urinal from a bar.
Still he was a literary star.
Hoover was jealous of his talent,
But we don’t have to be.
Behold! The stories below of thee!
Story 1:
Wow! I am most truly honored!
Story 2:
I cannot breathe in the kiss.
Story 3:
I see what you both did.
by Gregory Stackpole
Story 4:
She inhaled deeply. Oh, the pressure!
by Sarah Jayne Nantais
Story 5:
My eye opened, small man inside.
by J. Zorro Kennon
Story 6:
He was your mother, you fool!
by The Scarlet Swallow
Story 7:
Oops! I missed all the fun!
by Kay Geegh
Story 8:
The sun set. Their souls rose.
by Aaron Farrell
Story 9:
Till we meet again, dear friend.
Story 10:
To separate from mediocrity, become unbolted!
Story 11:
From far away, it was clear.
Story 12:
She was enticed by his glance.
Story 13:
With temptation comes the ultimate penalty.
Story 14:
Pardon me, is this seat taken?
Story 15:
I will only say this once!
Story 16:
Ok… maybe I’ll say it twice.
Story 17:
Do those count as six words?
Story 18:
The ultimate temptation; the forbidden fruit.
Story 19:
Help is on the way, ma’am!
Story 20:
Her body melted into his arms.
by Robert Charles
Story 21:
Unyielding, her sorrow refuses to release.
by Katherine Marguerite
Story 22:
Off she walked, towards the light.
by Dprssdmind
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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Our Pathetic Sales Pitch
Guess what? We’re already prepping our second book. “Say what?” we hear you cry. “The second?!” Oh yes, the second!
Huh? What’s that? You haven’t heard about the first? Shame on you! Go and check it out here and… well, maybe buy a copy? Is that too brazen for us to say? Yeah, it probably is. Sorry! (Damn. We suck at this marketing thing.)
Anyway, you’ll be seeing some art related to our second book soon. In the meantime, here’s a drawing of us that we’ll be splashing all over some upcoming Unbolt Me merchandise. Exciting times!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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GUEST POST // You Know This (Word) by Madam Marmoset (with Tetiana Aleksina & Tony Single)
Labels are not for people
Mores change and fade
No matter how we do it
Twixt the rainbow and the rain
Hear my refrain, hunter
Learn to differ targets
I am not a rabid beast
I am a human free
We’ve lost touch with our hearts
Our identities are rubber stamped
Society dictates our self worth
And we willingly eat the crap
Hear my refrain, hunter
Learn to differ targets
I am not a rabid beast
I am a human free
Whatever you are inside
However your heart beats
That’s where you’ll find your tribal groove
So let’s just call it what it is…
by MADAM MARMOSET, TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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EARS WIDE OPEN // Glass Tantō
First we had the disarmingly lettered Madam Marmoset. Now we have the mellifluous Herr Tamarin. Where on earth are these highly literate and articulate primates coming from? We sometimes find ourselves hoping to evolve into them. (Shouldn’t it be the other way round?)
Herr Tamarin seems gruff and unyielding on the outside, but inside he’s really a soft, marshmallowy romantic who loves to show off his impressive reading abilities. Just listen to his dulcet tones! Is his voice not like honey being poured down your starving lugholes? Oh my god… the endless eargasms!
So, today we present the first installment of a new feature. Dear reader, we want to share with you audio recordings of some of our past poems, but we don’t want to hear only ourselves prattling on. No, we want to hear you too. Do you have a favourite piece on Unbolt Me that you’d like to record for posterity? If we dig it then we’d love to use it for a future post in the Ears Wide Open series!
spring unfolded on winter again
like a skewbald origami dream
in time for the seeker’s return
empty-handed he slipped behind
the windowpane
the windowpane
he’d left to claim her heart again
she who’d growed beyond the pines
she who’d made the seeker return
empty-hearted he slit behind
the window pain
the window pain
Text by TONY SINGLE
Audio & Image by HERR TAMARIN
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