Lightness of being

To be weak
is harder doubly.
They must bear
weight of ruth.
No one commiserates strong.
It lightens their load.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Oops!… We Did It Again (Preparations for spring)

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

the Sacred disease

My blood is white. My milk is red.
My succus leavens an altar-bread.
I’m a mother of senseless gods
and eminently qualified bawds.

I’m gloss on the prudish icon.
I’m your crumpled mummified axon.
Stand on your knees! Shut off your cord!
Feel every twitch of your moribund lord!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Envy

I can leave this stinky maze
when ingestion has turned its phase.
I ooze between limp tripe
and creep along… gripe… gripe…

A cup is filled to the brim.
Vermiculation wraps the rim.
I don’t care how… bile or chyme…
No one can absorb the brand of Cain.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

a Note

One cut to remember. One cut to forget.
One cut to hinder. One cut to abet.

I tidy my fringe. The last stayed unread
in my datebook… my pentangled forehead.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015