middling grace

god could visit their dark room
go through a thin crack in the wall
light their life with a glimmer of hope
but god has grown so fat and lazy
he can only fit through a grand church door

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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fade to black

pooch, go away now
i know you crave attention
(cannot feel my arms…)
i’m open to your absence
happy to be anywhere

by TONY SINGLE
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the fall

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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her bulwark

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

by TONY SINGLE
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the piscean age

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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