a railway trackside
is planted with cabbage
at dusk it kind of looks like
heads growing on veggie patches
i imagine it’s the business strategy
of the railroad administration
they cultivate new passengers
from the severed parts of train victims
i pull down the shade, turn on the light
a conductor knocks at the door
she asks if i want a cup of tea
yes, please, without sugar
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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I wonder
how it would be here with you,
where the wind
that has shaken off its dust in low valleys
touches one cleanly,
as with a new-washed hand,
and pain
is as the remote hunger of droning things,
and anger
but a little silence
sinking into the great silence.
by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry
planned: cleaning, laundry,
jogging, cooking and reading
done: tanked in dota
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
…that last shot felt odd
i tap mitten’s empty tin
sip hair of the dog
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
thank god it’s friday!
coworkers wait at the pub
should i rinse my cup…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 