TATI’S TRANSLATIONS // Icicles by Sudeep Sen

Cold blast from an electric vent bites my skin — this comfortable discomfort, prickling my pores bathed in an acrid glaze, transforms to frozen gold-salt.

Attaining instant freezing points might be a rare marvel of science; I like this hellishly good blast that shakes all the embedded molecules in my bones —

bones that are parched in heat, turn to skeletal icicles — a beautiful ballerina-geography of stalactites and stalagmites — each needle-end points towards the other

like the two longing fngertips in Michelangelo’s painting at the Sistine Chapel — desiring a touch.

Струя холодного воздуха, выползающая из вентиляционной решетки, жалит мою кожу. Ласковые крошечные клыки вонзаются в мои поры, впрыскивая ядовитое желе, которое моментально превращается в солоноватые золотистые кристаллы.

Крионика – одно из чудес науки; мне нравится этот маленький атомный взрыв, встряхивающий каждую клетку моих костей.

Мой скелет, сожженный радиацией, превращается в минеральную окаменелость. Мои ребра вытягиваются, словно ноги искусной балерины в батмане; мои кости растут навстречу друг другу, как сталактиты и сталагмиты;

как кончики пальцев на фреске Микеланджело в Сикстинской капелле в их отчаянном и неосуществимом желании соприкоснуться.

Poem by SUDEEP SEN
Translation by TETIANA ALEKSINA

© All rights reserved 2017

Oops!… We Did It Again (GUEST POST // Wanderlust by Tony Single)

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

Blood Cherry ~ The one sharp-toothed collaboration

Crumble Cult ∼ Tony Single ∼  Once More, With Foreboding

Well… do you think it’s three different persons? Uh-uh… nope!
It’s only one person. The single person. The amazing, talented and great person… OK! I guess it’s dawned upon you who it is.

(Should I stop praising you, Tony?)

I’m happy to show you my next collaboration with TONY SINGLE.

But now… let’s stop shooting the breeze! Please, shaken, not stirred! Aww… sweet and salty… yummy. I do love this one.

Вензельagain she isn’t there, but what can you expect?
the mirror peers through her to curtains drawn and rumpled sheets
she’s accepted her fate, the wrong way was trekked
silk and lace, now what can she be hiding between flounces and pleats?

stake her if you can boy, slay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

her dead china skin’s oft stroked by eld and lust’s pluck
those mounds of lust and venus with their discreet teeth marks
a guide of cigarette burns over which she howls amok
perhaps it isn’t true pain, just phantom extremity abraded birthmarks

flake her if you can boy, flay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

sweet and salty, young and old, she tries not to flirt with her food!
her mother was wise but no garden is without its weeds
who has defined the line between decent and lewd
when it comes to primordial instincts and physical needs?

take her if you can boy, lay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

so an aspen corset keeps her temper double lapped
it protects her from stiff sunshine and its destructive caress
while throughout cobalt veins, desire’s reach is fair trapped
it sure isn’t easy being an amorous vampiress

Вензель_нижний

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015