Sometimes I think that I must live without
My ears.
The slops of words just flow into this downspout.
Sometimes I dream that I must live without
My eyes.
The loathsome things just settle on this hangout.
My nose, mouth… The ineffective stuff.
My fingers would be quite enough
For my escape from this dull jail.
God bless you, monsieur Louis Braille!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
A room with no window,
a room with no door.
One foot in, one foot out,
both my feet, flat on the floor.
A train of thought running,
each and every day.
I am the prisoner of this tower,
that stands but five foot two.
Currently, I love my captivity,
since the alternative maybe rather bleak.
I pass the days, hour by hour,
like all the other lovely towers.
We are all just a crowd of towers,
like a forest full of trees.
I feel like a canary in a mineshaft,
in this tower that belongs to me.
Upon release from captivity,
my tower will be just am empty cage.
Farewell to my fellow towers,
as I soar and fly away.
by FIELD OF THORNS
© All rights reserved 2014
A faint light,
A distant bight,
A noble knight –
A common sight.
My sleepless night,
My senseless fight,
My fall and flight.
I start to write…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018
…It was an ordinary day. It was an ordinary day except for one fact. It was the day when I became unindentured. I became unrigged.
I started my daily morning ceremony with a special pleasure. It is just beautiful to do some boring and routine things before the most important action in your life. I put a derby on fire. I gargled my gullet. I threw out a pesky gnome from my kitchen through the door. After a minute he climbed up into the window… My perfect morning ceremony! I will miss this! But I must do this spurt. I must leave this purgatory. It was not ambivalent feelings. It was the pure and clear realization of truth. I must go.
I went down to the hall. I greeted madam Sienna, a seamstress in our parish. She is a good and very kind woman… She always presented to me broken needles and bended pins for my little hobby. I opened the door and came into the confessional room.
Forgive me, Father…
I wiped my knife on his cassock and stepped over his body. I became free.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
