I peered at a blot on the wall. It peered back at me, not blinking.
I didn’t realise that blots had eyes, but then this was no ordinary blot. As such, I wanted to get to know it better. Hell, I wanted to ask it out on a date but I guess it would’ve been considered a little odd for a gal to be attracted to a random abstract mark on a vertical structure—no matter how good looking the mark was!
A vagrant who was stepping away from the wall—zipping his dirty jeans—looked at me with surprise.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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even in this crowded room
it was the type of gaze that filled the air
it swerved the corners of reality
with tangibility –
he felt it’s whispers wrap the shoulders of his fears
and write a message in the atmosphere
for him to see
the invitation that she
in silken threads of space
that she pulled and interlaced with gravity,
a reveal of fortune-cookie
until it was a gaze he had to meet
by IN MIND AND OUT
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Your G-string replaces my guitar string.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017