The cellist’s strum composes her hum.
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017
I love collaborations.
I do love collaborations.
I’m happy and grateful for my amazing co-authors.
Kasey Stafford. (How are you, Kasey? It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from you… I hope you’re OK!)
Michael Spahr. (Michael, I’m so sorry about the delay with my letter! I’ll finish this post and run into my e-mail box!)
Tony Single. (Well… I should say something now… ahem… ahem… Tony! YOU ROCK! Yes. I’m Captain Obvious… LOL!)
Ry Hakari. (Ry! My dear Scourged Red-Winged Blackbird! Please, visit your FB-nest!)
You’re my Gurus, guys. I bow my head and touch your feet. I’m your humble apprentice. Thank you for this honor to work with you! It was funny and sad, philosophical and playful, innocent and obscene… but it was awesome always.
I remember my every collaboration. Honestly! Every collaboration is special. I hope my lessons will last for a long time… But today… Yes.
A big day!
What can I say about Gregory? Hmmm… He’s a tall blue-eyed blonde and a lawyer, he plays tennis and likes yodeling… LOL! Did you swallow that bullshit? NO! I’m kidding, of course. I know nothing about Gregory except the fact that he has a really cool name (you do love HOUSE M.D., don’t you?) and he writes mind-blowing poems.
So… let me introduce you our common effort. I hope you enjoy this little poetical trip. And one last thing before you start… Hey! Don’t use drugs, guys! It’s not cool! Read poems! It’s the fashion at present!
She doesn’t attempt to untangle
The dreams locked within the strands of her hair
She stares at the sky waiting for something…
She sees how Draco flirts with Lesser Bear
Playing the starry triangle
A loose smile creeps upon her face
Like a dark shadow confined to a peculiar dance
Her mind and emotions traipse confusions’ paradise.
Lesser Bear gives Draco a disdainful look askance
Touching the collar with jet lace
He doesn’t witness her transition
Her body contracting, scaling, slithering,
Her whisper-hiss’s about Baudelaire, Hughes & Hughes…
Syphilitic ‘Les Fleurs du mal’ are withering…
No one can be her physician
He realizes too late
Her body has coiled from his feet to his waist
Look of love: Unorthodox pleasure in horror…
Air is filled with a subtle hashish aftertaste…
Barbed pinions start to gyrate
A meditation of some form is due
Polka dot scales, Hades blue, this poetic voodo
He collapses elated to notice an audience entranced…
Even your high celestial status can’t protect from the hoodoo
Subtle laces sink into Draco’s bloody goo…
Hi, my dearest Writers and Readers!
I write this post with a special sense of pleasure… I would say, “With double pleasure.” No! With triple pleasure! OK, OK… All in good time!
Firstly, last week I was nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! Wow! My beautiful Strings of Soulfulness honored me with this nomination. My heart made extra-boom. I thought, “OMG! Autopsy and Cemetery can inspire!”
Secondly, last week I was nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! Wow! (Hey! Do you think that I have amnesia?! I know, I know. You think! Noooo! My memory stays with me!) My amazing Spahr Plops honored me with this nomination. My heart made extra-boom-boom… I thought, “OK! Let it be… Maniac and Happy weirdo are hellish inspiring guys!”
Three things that inspired me the most this week… Hmmm…
Bad weather. What can be better for inspiration?
A hot bath. What can be better after bad weather?
A sound sleep. What can be better after the hot bath after bad weather?
My third and hugest pleasure.
I could do it before. Actually, I must do it every time! But I didn’t because I thought that it wouldn’t look good… it could look like I am nominating myself. Now, I do it with a light heart and justifiable pride. Now, this blog is not just a mirror of mine. Now, this blog has its own face, its own style and audience… Well… Any ideas, guys? Drumroll please… and… oh, yes…
1) Lordwalt! (http://lordwalt.wordpress.com/)
It’s you, my beautiful Walter! I highly recommend to you, my lovely Writers and Readers, his perfect works! It’s something that inspires me every week, every day, every moment! I don’t know how he does it… probably he is just Lord of the photocameras? Amazing blog and amazing Walt!
And… Hmmm… OK! Because of my dear Walt… I want to devote this nomination for all the incredible photographers here! Hey, my nominees! Where are you? Join my Very Inspiring Blogger Award!
2) 1 SIGFRIDSSON (http://1sigfridsson.com/)
3) 2812 PHOTOGRAPHY (http://2812photography.com/)
4) Angle and views (http://angleandviews.wordpress.com/)
5) Cee Neuner (http://ceenphotography.com/)
6) Fred Rife Photos (http://fredrifephotos.wordpress.com/)
7) Half a photograph (http://halfaphotograph.wordpress.com/)
8) Herman van Bon Photography (http://elementaryposters.com/)
9) Just another corner (http://metaroundthecorner.wordpress.com/)
10) Markovich Universe (http://markovich.tv/)
11) Once More, With Foreboding
12) Ritva’s Art – Photography (http://sillarit.wordpress.com/)
13) THE NUMPTY WITH A CAMERA
14) Unterblog (http://unterblog.wordpress.com/)
And now the last one… but actually, the first one. It was my very first ‘Like’ on WordPress! Honestly! I remember! It was my post ‘I was born’. (NB for my most attentive readers. Where is this very first ‘Like’ from this blogger? Well… this post was lost and reposted. Unfortunately, my first ‘Like’ stays in my heart… not on my page.) And now you can be sure that I don’t have amnesia.
15) First Embrace Photography. Intimate. Natural. Genuine.
Now I can go. Oh, rules… I always forget!
The rules are:
1) Display the Very Inspiring Blogger Award logo on your blog.
2) Be polite. Say, “Thank you, my dear Unbolt!” by linking to my blog.
3) Nominate 15 bloggers you admire by linking to their blogs and informing them about it.
4) Write three things that inspired you the most this week.
5) Go drink coffee… or tea… or whatever you want… Feel free! The rules say nothing about it. As for me… champagne, please! I’ll be celebrating my Very Inspiring Blogger Award!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
I was afraid of dogs in my childhood, was afraid up to tantrums, up to fainting. And one day my father brought home a huge dog. It was an alabai. My father said that we should become friends with this dog. It would help me to get rid of my fear. And he handed a leash to me. I do not know from where my father borrowed this dog. But they were both calm…
We were walking side by side. I and my great fear. I was not breathing. An attempt to escape would have been equal to suicide, so I preferred this way. Yes, I was little and silly then. I was not able to make another decision…
I stumbled after few meters. I lost my flip flops and hurt my foot. I was lying on the road and not even crying… I was waiting for my death. And it jumped on me like a huge alabai.
Its tongue was cold and its breathing was hot. And my naked legs were absolutely defenseless… Cold and heat were drawing wide, wet stripes on my feet. Every stripe brought fear. Every stripe was bringing pleasure. And fear. A fear that precisely this stripe would be the last. The last one before pain. And it lasted indefinitely… I guess that was my first erotic experience.
I am not afraid of dogs now. But since then I wear shoes with laces. Always. Because I cannot lose them until a time I no longer want this.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014