Little pebbles dripping,
running window panes,
and I breathe in the lust
of drudgery as each pull
their path to the sill, still
I am, lump and frump,
while the grass grows
to the moon, and each
moment of solitude I
age eons waiting for a
final change, awakening
and finally awake, like
this place, nestled among
fields of corn, the safest
I have yet to feel since
birth long ago, when
no one was there and I
was left to wonder woe
by SHAWN M. YOUNG
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Well… According to Wiio’s laws every next word in this headnote increases the risk of misinterpretation of what I tried to say. Let me be terse. Let me present my new collaboration and my new fantastic partner.
Will Tigs, thank you! You gave me some really important lessons…
(Oh…. And now I will stop blabbing! Wiio’s laws are upon us!)
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Yellow face (Female face), 1921. Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin
My cheerful face seems very bleak
and the hopes I have are hollow.
My mouth is dry and unable to speak.
I live my life in sorrow.
My instincts seem so synchronized,
yet my genitals are sterile.
My eyes are weak and hypnotized,
I spend my days in peril.
My death is near. I have gangrene.
Pray for me, you happy fools!
On you alone I vent my spleen,
Don’t play with edged tools.
My memoirs I now will edit
to spread my story far and wide.
To devil I give all the credit.
He is my savior and my guide.
Though I live my life in sorrow
and my days are spent in peril,
I still wish to see tomorrow
and to do more good than ill.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & WILL TIGS
© All rights reserved 2015
A man sags shoulders.
He bears a void in his heart…
such a heavy load.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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let’s weave, us fey
toward the hall
mugs to the sky
a divine new day
for his kin all
‘tis it nigh?
dost it matter
whence it fetch up?
twelfth hour soon
teeth a-chatter
fill thy cups
and bless the wounds
raise thine eyes
and give thy kin
some ginger beer
loosen bowties
and drink it in
be of good cheer
more ginger here
for pearly grins
and rosy-faced dolls
the kingdom’s near
let’s drown in sin
slake thy thirsting soul
the shepherd came
among we lambs
all rod and druthers
we cried his name
undamn us damned!
call us true lovers
we sisters be
and grandmas too
aunts, mothers, friends
fiddle-de-dee
all flowers askew
enchant us ‘til night’s end
always forgive
as quick thoust can
lest there’s no ’morrow
too late not to live
hold up thine hands
give him all sorrow
more ginger here
for pearly grins
and rosy-faced dolls
the kingdom’s near
let’s drown in sin
slake thy thirsting soul
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015
unbolt me 