Tag Archives: Celebration

bosom garden

i hid a frosted rosehip in my jacket pocket
and dreamt one day it would bloom on my chest
warmed through from its roots around my heart

and i dreamt i would walk for days
and i dreamt i would show them all
the expansive allure of my love

i would protect its fragile petals from the chill
of unkind eyes and the grasp of repressive hands
warmed instead from the light of open hearts

and i dreamt i would walk for gays
and i dreamt i would show het al
the expansive allure of love

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

life, death & rollick

maybe we can all be pretty
& live our lives in sumptuous sin
the world’s troubles all so petty
ain’t worth a wrinkle on our smooth skin

futility is the language of
those who damn themselves
let’s make sprees & merry whoopees
over the slough of despond

& even when old age outruns us
ageless wonder inside shall bloom
we’ll indulge in all the fun and fuss
ignore that tired-from-waiting tomb

futility is the language of
those who damn themselves
let’s make sprees & merry whoopees
over the slough of despond

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

Tumblevision #10

Bacchus Through the Looking Glass

Bacchus through the looky drinky glass!

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021