wordsworth’s revisitant

pruning and gnawing at the gyrus of my numbed mind
a shadow enters the room, and it sits behind
it grinds a mudded heel into sheer night’s tail
filling my head with a gluey fairy-tale

it takes away the caulking gun from my ear
claps on my shoulder, asks with barefaced jeer
“are you dreaming of being a writer, you silly boy?
headache, restless nights, burnout enjoy!”

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017

T.U.F.T.

Red:
Once upon a time
you sought to make me jibbly,
like a high strung cat
in a room of rocking chairs.
Yeah, to catch me unawares.

Gray:
I’m a decent Wolf
with noble, argent frosting.
I’m a devotee
of traditional virtues
and classical demerits.

Red:
Ogled all you want
then got mad ’cos I don’t care,
big bad Mr Wolf.
No matter how hard you tried.
Stalking while I kept my stride.

Gray:
I consume infants
exclusively on Shabbat,
with Benedictions,
exalted piety, and
the moral standards of tales.

Red:
Bitch, you’re not hearing!
What’s with the home invasion?
You’re not welcome here
and no one eats my Grandma.
Yeah, I know you’re not her. Ha!

Gray:
What is this I hear?
Auh! Such a churl young lady!
Tell your melamed
he must do his work better!
Spare the rod and spoil the child!

Red:
Dolt! Isn’t the rod
more fun? Discipline is hot,
but you’re psychotic!
I don’t date nutters, you know.
You can never have me. Go!

Gray:
Aaron’s rod devours
the other rods… oh! Honey,
may we change a pose?
This danged tail rubs sore my ass!
Next time you’ll be Gray, OK?

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015

House of Cards ~ The one ‘Four Flush’ collaboration

We, girls, love fairy tales. Yes, we do. We believe in Prince Charming, Eternal Love, Happy Endings and Other Bullshit. We believe in ‘They Lived Happily Ever After’, of course. Who can blame us? You? And you too? Hey, you, go away!

For those staying… I’m happy to present my new collaboration.

Cynthia Morgan 
OMG… She is the creator of the mythical realm of Jyndari and author of the recently published epic fantasy, ‘Dark Fey: The Reviled’, which draws the reader into a mystical realm of primordial forests, magic and the lives of Light-loving and Darkness-revering Feykind. Can you believe it? Me neither!

I was brazen (and full of boundless self-confidence… as always) and sent my request about a collaboration to Cynthia. She agreed. Can you believe it? Me neither!

But it’s true! Cynthia is an amazing and kind person, very cheerful, very friendly and open to collaborations, despite the lack of time (Cynthia is currently working on her next book). So, I was among the lucky ones who got this opportunity to work with Cynthia. YAY!

Thank you, Cynthia! Thank you for your unique style and your odd sexy split infinitive.

What more can one say? Oh, yeah! This narration has 13 haiku (so scary, yes?)… and… it’s my first collaboration with a woman. Good God! Can you believe it? Me neither!

 

Cinderella

Artwork by Cornacchia

 

Whirligig of time…
I was born on the slop bog
under shining stars

Chance of Blighted Fate
Twisting all once Treasured
Sorrow Masking Love

My pillows were filled
with warm putrid leaves, peat moss
and innocent dreams

Then Chance Twisted Fate
Beyond all Expectation
Brief Moment of Time

…ball dresses for rats,
sweetest lullabies for toads,
glowworms in the hair…

Sweetest Enchantment
Beguiling Prince Dancing Fair
Beneath soft Moonlight

Grandma’ folios,
a philtre. Love is easy!
I took up the reins

Spinning in Moonlight
Whispers of Fairytale Dreams
Midnight bells Tolling

I rushed at full speed
to a tryst… A braking path
on wet fallen leaves…

Shared Oblivion
Deliciously Tempting
Moonlight Singing Sweet

Oops! Loud brake squealing…
The one boot lies on the road…
Where is my fair prince?

Masquerade of Fate
Time Beguiled by my Ruse
House of Cards, Falling

Whirligig of time…
I was born on the slop bog…
and spent all my life

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & CYNTHIA MORGAN
© All rights reserved 2015

Ich Rumpelstilzchen Heißen!

“Let’s open a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and pour out our lives, let’s make it colourful!”

Hey, buddies! Where are your wineglasses? Don’t be shy! Come on!

A Cup of Joe

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bg-quote1Heute back ich, morgen brau ich,
übermorgen hol ich der Königin ihr Kind;
ach, wie gut, dass niemand weiß,
dass ich Rumpelstilzchen heiß!

My mysterious Ukrainian friend wrote those lines to me a few days back, when I told her that I like to call myself Rumpelstiltskin. I don’t speak German, so I had to whip out J.A.R.V.I.S. (my phone) and puzzle out the translation. I could guess what those lines would be, but I like solving puzzles and this to me was nothing less. I read the lines out smiling to myself.

Fairy tales always take me back to a cozy and peaceful place in time; curled up in bed with my dad or mum reading from a big book of tales. Then ever so slowly the sandman would come riding on moonbeams and take me away to Neverland. Story telling is an art, and my parents will…

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