a lustrous apple falls off the market stall
tumbles and rolls down the messy road
the ground is all bespattered and footworn
a tired stallkeeper takes the apple, puts it back
unsold produce is covered with a grey tarp at night
gets ripe then rots according to nature’s plan
a dirty apple with a battered side cannot sleep
nor stop thinking of that road and the meaning of life
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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inert, like grey stone
inside a ribbed dewar cage
she was all heart once
the drub and thrum of seasons
now preserved for the next world
Poem by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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a fish shaped pillow
thrown to the secondhand shore
gasps amid rubbish
and nobody really cares
it’s an endangered species
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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air is especially fancy tonight
violet and green
a beatific palette of dappled light
both seen and unseen
my breath is deep, mind is still, and now
all is colour and chime
a local chemical plant, take a bow
for my zen inspiration respiration time
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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eyes taped to the sky
spin around a world of rue
the silence that hems
Text by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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unbolt me 