a beatles crossing
ghost prints through chechelovka
& now here, a tree
nourish me with your good cheer
i’ll never wish you weren’t here
your love never fades
nourish earth with your good cheer
we’ll never wish you weren’t here
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026
skitch the match
get inside the blow
& let her know
my pockets be funnels to other lands
as i deep reach to link with the hands
of the better man i wanna be
away from their cruel drudgery
light it up, boyo, light it all up
can you smell the comen rain
can you smell the cherry whip hair
them dreadlocks make above her face
she funky smell, she be moisten turf
tongue in, boyo, drink her up
she skunky munky with the badonk
she fill up my mouth & nostril bonk
she make me loven with dream hands
she taken me to the promise lands
hips quaken into her huffen man
hammer & tongs
get inside the muff
& let her buff
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026
the midnight sun returned
as i knew it would
white nights replaced black days
an endless pyjama party
the black dog retreated
my breath hung in the air
pawprints on the window pane
their grief frozen in my smile
day & night gave way to flight
the reach of my mind’s eye
a midday moon winked at me
a ghostly strawberry in the sky
& i often wonder why
tears can flow from a glad heart
like a sweet red nectar
from an overripe berry
the midnight sun returned
the black dog retreated
day & night gave way to flight
& i often wonder why
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025
pipe-tree
girls are bathing
in coffee aroma
lacy lingerie on the rim
lazing
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2026
One who claims that he knows about it
Tells me the earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees, and the birds we doubt it,
And think it a world worth living in.
Whatever you want, if you wish for it long,
With constant yearning and ceaseless desire,
If your wish soars upward on wings so strong
That they never grow languid, never tire,
Why, over the storm cloud and out of the dark
It will come flying some day to you,
As the dove with the olive branch flew to the ark,
And the wish you’ve been dreaming,
it will come true.
by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX (1855–1919)
Public Domain Poetry
unbolt me 