Tag Archives: New Year

real poets can’t count

is this a haiku
or just another tanka
we’re phoning it in
but no one answers the call
and we’re still unselfaware

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

hope or die

a hopeful tanka
behold its hopeful glory
yup, it’s full of hope
ushering in a new year
with more hope than you can stand

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

Tumblevision #12

Aurochs

How many winters…

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

Tumblevision #11

Next Year

Someone sees the war on a screen. Someone else sees the war from their very own window. This morning in Ukraine began with another massive Russian missile barrage. Let there be peace in 2023 for everyone.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

PERFECTION IN ACTION // Priorities 101

I studied my Christmas tree, not comprehending what was wrong with it. Something was off.

I circumnavigated it like a fretful boat on a sea that was too calm—as if expecting a kraken to suddenly breach its briny surface.

Everything was there. Shiny garlands. Christmas balls. Even a ruby star on top! So… what gave?

Then I looked at the wall. My calendar read May 23rd. I considered this… and took the calendar down.

I adjusted one of the balls then got on with my day. Who cared about dates when I was in a perfect New Year’s mood?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021