Poetry is a redundant trade.
Freedom of speech is a lost expression.
Little do I have to say.
Silence is my every word in protest.
by CASSA BASSA
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Poetry is a redundant trade.
Freedom of speech is a lost expression.
Little do I have to say.
Silence is my every word in protest.
by CASSA BASSA
© All rights reserved 2024
they say there will be a golden age
when the lion lays down with the lamb
& i say there will be a golden age
when the lamb goes for the lion’s jugular
we cannot sup safely with the fascists
without them exacting their pound of flesh
there’s no more time for demure silence
when they’re raising goblets full of our own blood
when free thinkers are chained to dogma
& women are made the property of man
they’ll poke their noses into every bedroom
declare that our love violates god’s will
we cannot lay down & be fucked like this
we lambs must sharpen our teeth for the fight
stub their gaping throats with righteous ire
with the shepherd’s crook we took back from fools
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
let’s walk to one side
under cover of quiet
observe how they go
why do they hurry
will they be on time
would that give them peace
anxiety sponges all
bloated beyond reason
so ready to explode
let’s take careful steps
under cover of quiet
mustn’t let them splash us
we are the hidden
happy to be nowhere
ghosting for sanity
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
deadwood on a silent shore
the crack of daylight on her face
says maybe she won’t want to die
one day
ever unsure
unable to see tomorrow
yonder rot & spore
& chokehold of black trees
the war in her brain
can anything numb the pain
thunderclouds or amnesty
they say the forecast is up to she
dumbly she hangs ‘tween root & limb
awaiting the rain
ever unsure
the marrow’s in the morrow
this is what they say
but hope is a blithe man’s game
deadwood on a silent shore
she doesn’t know how to be
defiled she hangs lightly
for another day
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023
eyes taped to the sky
spin around a world of rue
the silence that hems
Text by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2022