latent spring

winter
i hibernate
under your eyelashes
daily breathing the petrichor
of tears

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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sublunary shedding

another deer in the land of plenty
resplendent in summer coat so red
antlers adorned with aconite wreath
languid eyes fash the colour of lead

how stark he peers up into the star forge
where the ancient mother rests her crown
her fatigued breasts lift slowly, heavy
salted milk into mountain gorge drips down

crows are laying into three rivers creep
lawless with the weight of expectation
mayhap they were sent to test moral strength
in misfortune’s midst & tall temptation

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

yet it hurts

clown clouds
all kites unfurled
jubilance & church bells
but then she hied for good that day
or ill

fain i’d be okay
could i smile the pain away
left by my bride fae

by TONY SINGLE
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Sweeping The Floor. by George MacDonald

Sweep and sweep and sweep the floor,
Sweep the dust, pick up the pin;
Make it clean from fire to door,
Clean for father to come in!

Mother said that God goes sweeping,
Looking, sweeping with a broom,
All the time that we are sleeping,
For a shilling in the room:

Did he drop it out of glory,
Walking far above the birds?
Or did parson make the story
For the thinking afterwards?

If I were the swept-for shilling
I would hearken through the gloom;
Roll out fast, and fall down willing
Right before the sweeping broom!

by GEORGE MACDONALD (1824-1905)
Public Domain Poetry

hell (guitar solo)

dullened
his basswood skull
struck a discordant tone
for every wrong in memory
& less

by TONY SINGLE
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