soothsayer

time is a big black bird
that swallows you before the dawn
a well of days running dry
harrowing youth with utter scorn

you’re stuck in the bird’s craw
like jonah in the whale’s belly
you’re trapped down deep in a well
like hot water & gemelli

time to clip that bird’s wings
to sharpen up the silver knife
cut open its stinky throat
remove the guts of your half-life

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // The Dog. by Oliver Herford

The Dog is black or white or brown
And sometimes spotted like a clown.
He loves to make a foolish noise
And Human Company enjoys.
The Human People pat his head
And teach him to pretend he’s dead,
And beg, and fetch and carry too;
Things that no well-bred Cat will do.
At Human jokes, however stale,
He jumps about and wags his tail,
And Human People clap their hands
And think he really understands.
They say “Good Dog” to him. To us
They say “Poor Puss,” and make no fuss.
Why Dogs are “good” and Cats are “poor”
I fail to understand, I’m sure.
To Someone very Good and Just,
Who has proved worthy of her trust,
A Cat will sometimes condescend—
The Dog is Everybody’s friend.

by OLIVER HERFORD (1863-1935)
Public Domain Poetry

afore

the tomb is empty
yet i am not

god has found a new place

your tent, my soul, lord
your tent, my soul

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2008

after

like a bucket i’m kicked
on the ground all around
until i spill a river of tears

empty now

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2008

foam & exile

many moons ago
where the sands meet the grey sea
the moose left footprints
leading nowhere & beyond
the call of glowering gulls

where were they going
how were they so far from home
who will ever know

many suns ago
when we did not fear the waves
we left a kelp chain
‘tween the sand dollars & jags
& the smell of iodine

where were we going
dull heavens in place of home
keys sunk in the sea

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025