Oops!… We Did It Again (Unbolt)

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.*

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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

H2O

I like thinking underwater… and in the darkness. The most splendid thoughts visit my head in the bathroom at nights. It’s impossible to imagine an infinite quantity of the great ideas that I had during my nine months bathing in warm amniotic fluid.

But my long hard way through the birth canal… my primeval shock when I met with the external world for the first time… It erased this layer of my memory. Completely.

I know that now I can spend all my life attempting to recall… in miserable and unavailing efforts to turn diamond dust into diamonds.

But I have a whole life for it… and I will.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

an Idol

To be talented is not a simple way.
You must prove your endowments every day.
You want to sleep… You need a little idle…
Nobody cares. All crave you, fucking IDOL!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a True poem

A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
It should be born in a low-priced inn,
It should be written on a paper napkin,
It should be crumpled and straightway
It should be burned in the ashtray…

A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Nascence

Hush! Don’t break this transparent jiffy!
Its existence is so iffy…

Like a drop that touches the water edge.
Like a wind that sings in the withered sedge.
Like somebody who puts a hand on your shoulder…
The jiff is a breaker. The jiff is a moulder.

I always ask myself during such nascence –
Can I adopt my life experience?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014