Category Archives: TATI’S POEMS

a Walkover

Poetry can touch
only milk-and-water girls! –
Would you bet on it?

Hey, sure thing! – OK…
Can you give me a crayon,
moron? – What?! – I won!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

The Blog Tour Award. The four winds. Part 1 – Boreas

You and me
take three simple words
Sun-Moon-Sky
You and me
start to compose a haiku
Just Five-Seven-Five

You and me
aren’t original
Look – ‘The Sun
shines brightly
The Moon shimmers tenderly
in the boundless Sky’

You and me
juxtapose haikus
We’re amazed
It’s the same
as we spot the difference
between fingerprints

Your Sun warms
My Sun burns, ground out
Your Moon is
for poets
My Moon is for those who have
Lunaphobia

Your Sky… well,
Skies are similar
A canvas
No, rather
a blank sheet of paper for
our diagnoses

You and me
lay under the blue
where two Suns
where two Moons
hang out in one boundless Sky…
Apples-Oranges

the-blog-tour

Well, guys… It’s the first part of my journey where I have been kicked by one charming Babe. And it looks like I decided to turn to dismemberment. Dammit! Yes, my sweetie, it’s too late to apologize!

How does my work differ from others in my genre? It differs almost as much as my gene combination differs from others.
(see poem above)

And today I deliver the first gold ticket to the north, to Matthew Cauffman aka This Mortal Flesh. Matthew, there are proper rules for you:
(your date is Monday, June 15th)

1) Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.
2) Give your nominees the rules and a specific Monday to post.
3) Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
– How does my work differ from others in my genre?
– How does my writing/creative process work?
– Why do I write or create what I do?
– What am I working on at the moment?
4) Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).

Unbolt has done her duty. Let him go… well, not for long.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Oops!… We Did It Again (an Incandescent lamp)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015-2018

House of Cards ~ The one ‘Four Flush’ collaboration

We, girls, love fairy tales. Yes, we do. We believe in Prince Charming, Eternal Love, Happy Endings and Other Bullshit. We believe in ‘They Lived Happily Ever After’, of course. Who can blame us? You? And you too? Hey, you, go away!

For those staying… I’m happy to present my new collaboration.

Cynthia Morgan 
OMG… She is the creator of the mythical realm of Jyndari and author of the recently published epic fantasy, ‘Dark Fey: The Reviled’, which draws the reader into a mystical realm of primordial forests, magic and the lives of Light-loving and Darkness-revering Feykind. Can you believe it? Me neither!

I was brazen (and full of boundless self-confidence… as always) and sent my request about a collaboration to Cynthia. She agreed. Can you believe it? Me neither!

But it’s true! Cynthia is an amazing and kind person, very cheerful, very friendly and open to collaborations, despite the lack of time (Cynthia is currently working on her next book). So, I was among the lucky ones who got this opportunity to work with Cynthia. YAY!

Thank you, Cynthia! Thank you for your unique style and your odd sexy split infinitive.

What more can one say? Oh, yeah! This narration has 13 haiku (so scary, yes?)… and… it’s my first collaboration with a woman. Good God! Can you believe it? Me neither!

Cinderella

Artwork by Cornacchia

Whirligig of time…
I was born on the slop bog
under shining stars

Chance of Blighted Fate
Twisting all once Treasured
Sorrow Masking Love

My pillows were filled
with warm putrid leaves, peat moss
and innocent dreams

Then Chance Twisted Fate
Beyond all Expectation
Brief Moment of Time

…ball dresses for rats,
sweetest lullabies for toads,
glowworms in the hair…

Sweetest Enchantment
Beguiling Prince Dancing Fair
Beneath soft Moonlight

Grandma’ folios,
a philtre. Love is easy!
I took up the reins

Spinning in Moonlight
Whispers of Fairytale Dreams
Midnight bells Tolling

I rushed at full speed
to a tryst… A braking path
on wet fallen leaves…

Shared Oblivion
Deliciously Tempting
Moonlight Singing Sweet

Oops! Loud brake squealing…
The one boot lies on the road…
Where is my fair prince?

Masquerade of Fate
Time Beguiled by my Ruse
House of Cards, Falling

Whirligig of time…
I was born on the slop bog…
and spent all my life

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & CYNTHIA MORGAN
© All rights reserved 2015

Перелетные

…и вернутся они на поезде с юга в осень.
Из соленого моря нырнут в бетон и стекло.
Механизм на стене жестоко покажет восемь,
намекая, что воскресенье уже истекло.
А они, в коридоре целуясь, знают точно,
что увидятся завтра вечером у “Пассажа”.
И пойдут на каток. В кино. В ресторан восточный.
По большому счету, куда – им неважно даже…

…он едва не проспит, забыв завести будильник.
По дороге в офис застрянет в ужасной пробке.
После дня рабочего сил – открыть холодильник,
взять банку пива и пиццу в картонной коробке.
“Котенок, прости, но давай не сегодня, ладно?
Завтра, конечно завтра! А еще лучше – в среду!”
И потом говорит о чем-то еще нескладно,
порываясь скорей закончить эту беседу…

…она потихоньку снова становится стервой.
Замаскирует веснушки рассыпчатой пудрой.
Ведь ей в городском марафоне нужно быть первой,
это значит – быть взрослой, прагматичной и мудрой.
И пахнет она Саммер бай Кензо, а не летом,
не бегает по песку босой – шпилькой сверкает,
не идет к нему за помощью или советом,
а, кажется даже – теперь его избегает…

…перелетными после лета станем птицами.
Возвращаясь по осени с юга в холодный край,
мы летаем по улицам с серыми лицами,
забывая мгновенно про маленький летний рай.
Даже фото – вот то, нерезкое, с телефона,
где она Афродитой рождается из воды,
не задержится на экране в качестве фона,
проиграв голливудской улыбке новой звезды…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015