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
“Drink.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Drink, I say! You look very thirsty.”
“But… Hey, what are you doing?!”
Streams of water pour on me. I try to face away… I try to cry foul… but my voice drowns in the streams.
“Drink!”
I splutter. I cough. A gray dusty clot, almost weightless, lays inside my empty head. Dehydrated words are tied in a bunch like Chinese tea.
“Drink!”
I choke. I’m full of water. The words start to spin in the whirlpool and swell. The words take shape and color. The gray dusty clot unfolds inside my head… blossoms… and slowly fills the entire space. Now there’s nothing except a big moist poem here. My head is full of the poem, like a tiny teapot with beautiful blooming tea.
“Well, my girl… Now… do you realize how much you were thirsty?”
“Screw you…”
I wipe my wet face and cuss mildly. She smiles and says something… but I don’t listen to her. I open my laptop. WP Admin, Posts, Add New…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
It’s happiness and pride for every writer to get grateful and skilled readers, to inspire them, to encourage them for their own oeuvre. Honestly, when we started our trilogy, we didn’t expect such amazing feedback.
We were overwhelmed when we got such a brilliant spin-off of the first installment ‘Bastet’, a heartwarming and intimate story called ‘Triune-Heart’ by Madam Marmoset. The second part ‘Sekhmet’ was awarded with a colorful and daring dilogy ‘In the Corner with Maftet in Bubastis’ by Jonathan Noble.
There are mixed feelings when you watch how your characters move out of your control; it’s a delightful mix of envy and pride. You try to guess their next step, and fail gladly. You want to predict the next twist, but you want even more than that to be surprised. It’s like laying an egg again. You never know what’s going to be inside. Bliss!
We always publish our guest posts with special feelings. We celebrate every new ‘like’ and every warm comment. We’re both very proud and happy.
Thank you, dear community, dear Writers and Readers, friends! Thank you!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
It’s so immodest, isn’t it? Sorry, guys… I couldn’t help it.
It’s too beautiful to be hidden. Thank you, Greg… Ayor anosh’ni ❤
(Yes… Aponi… Now you know one of my nicknames.)
1.
a thin branch full of leaves sanguine.
there’s a breeze. take flight
to do a fluttering
dance among the flowers
for the sun and random eyes.
2.
joy
is a hibernating bear
rising from dormancy
with a hungry smile
for a metamorphosis.
3.
imagination’s
a caterpillar
crawling
along borders,
across lakes, oceans
where we meet,
inspiring and merging
creative words,
sounds
and images.
4.
have you been
to the parties
in Mexico, Zaire,
New Zealand
and Central Asia
to Native America
where the Hopi’s
and
Navajo’s
were dancing for you
as single girls
don
hairstyles
in your image
for suitors?
5.
nature
carved your wings of awe,
with your mind and heart
splashing them
with colors of delight:
lime and orange
with specks
of black and rouge,
an exquisite
sight to see.
small.
delicate.
but a bit stronger
than first glances
assumed.
6.
so go on
fly on
let those wings
sing
a mid-summer song.
7.
go on fly on
i swear
there’s some drab places
in need
of your presence.
by GREGORY WAITS JR.
© All rights reserved 2015
Sometimes he loses the flow
and feels like an empty caul.
Sometimes his favorite show
is a tapestry on the wall.
His voice is an ant in resin…
Dumbness. An unfertilized plot
becomes incoherent and thin
on the bottom of the dry ink pot.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
unbolt me 