Tag Archives: Tetiana Aleksina

SWBA. WLA!

Hey-ho! This February is the month of exotic awards for me…

Firstly, I was honored by Prakash Hegade for the Premio Dardos Award!
Thirdly, I was honored by Prakash Hegade for the Versatile Blogger Award!
(awww… the luckiest #13… aha! Coming soon.)

Where is the second? HERE!

Secondly, I was honored by Into the Forgotten for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award! Yay! Thank you, Katho!

(Hmmm… Tony Single, Cyan Ryan, Spahr Plops, PROSPERMIND, lordwalt... sorry, boys! It looks like you can have a rest today…)

To be honest, I don’t know Katho very well… but I know one thing exactly… Katho likes acronyms!

WTITR!

• TTBWNYALBTTS
• PTALOYB
• ATTQSTY
• NSB
• MALOTQFYN

LG!

1. If you were a musical instrument, what would it be and why?
IWPTBAV… IACWIHI
2. What is your guilty pleasure? IL
3. What is your favourite fictional world/universe? DOMFB
4. Why do you blog? WASQ! WDIB?!
5. What is your favourite movie of all time and what’s so awesome about that movie? LFDDAP… BIIJAM!
6. What is one thing you wish were true but isn’t? TWWB!
7. If you could Apparate (that’s right, Harry Potter style) to one place on Earth in this very moment, where would it be? NMLZ…
8. What is your life motto? DWBH!
9. Who is your inspiration in life? TP
10. What is your current favourite novel and why? HPATPS… BIRIIEN!!

MN!

1) all my unedited glory
2) EXPRESSING MY THOUGHTS
3) field of thorns
4) Insidethelifeofmoi
5) La Audacia de Aquiles
6) megdekorne
7) MENOMAMA3
8) THE SIXPENCE AT HER FEET
9) THE TATTOO TOURIST

9? IK! FTAT! IWTN9B!! MPFY… YAFFMQ

(OMG! If you’ll ask me tomorrow what I wrote… I can bet I will not be able to recall. So… ASK ME TODAY!)

Well, my dear nominees… The proper rules are here.

HAF. ILYA.
XOXO. YU.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

On Noon No ~ The ‘Well… what does it all mean?’ collaboration

Dammit, I’m mad!

And there are really many reasons to be mad about Tony…

…the first one is Crumble Cult.
…the second one is ONCE MORE, WITH FOREBODING.

The third… The fourth… The hell with it! I don’t need so many! There is only a single reason for me… It’s Tony Single!

Thank you, Tony…

Вензель

Our end began with weaponised words,
bashing the chest like a thousand rolling-pins
on sourdough heart and bone.

Of course, you had a dim foreboding.
Crunch of parchment. Red saffron underfoot.
A marble chopping stone.

I plated myself up for disappointment.
A corrugated brow. Cold hearth and home.
You meant for me to die alone!

You always were flippant and presumptuous.
You estimated our life by eye
and borrowed a swollen loan.

Arugula words were all I tasted from you.
You were east of the sun then west of the moon.
I hardly knew where to point the bone.

Blah… The next pathetic maggot holds forth on stars…
You fought for that last stool on the cheap row
and lost a stage with the vacant throne!

Fine then. I know when I’m royally licked.
Someone gets me a psychotherapist.
Vagina dentata! My ardour has blown!

Lick-time is over. My Symplegades clash.
The dry pillar of Pompey engorges.
The end begins… and ends. Bring a blank die-stone!

Вензель_нижний

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015

Laughable

Gods laugh like crazy…
The sky shakes with a guffaw.
A chance encounter?!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Oops!… We Did It Again (L1)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015-2018

a Circus, Part #2 (Fragment #010)

A howitzer! It had begun with a conversation about the howitzer barrel aimed at a banquet! Hmm… Maybe I should say, “It began with our conversation about a circus!” to be more precise. I can’t say that I’m very snarky but I really don’t like circus art. I see many societal blemishes in it. A circus is an ugly show in my opinion! Nasty clowns with inflatable hammers who bash each other and the audience… A rubber girl who squirms like an epileptic with convulsions… A mangy dog with an old abacus – can I REALLY believe that IT is able to count to ten? Honestly? Can you believe in this? Golly! You’re such fools!

I realized that I was shouting only when I noted the expostulatory look from my lovely Chilperic. But I had decided to ignore it. And I’ll still tell him tonight that I’m a big girl, and he can stop parenting me! I must finish my speech!

So, I decided to gather all this rabble and to shoot them out of the howitzer. It’s the only decent performance in the circus! And when I had finished, I was quite pleased with myself.

A strange creature in the corner looked at me… And just then, I began to shiver, out of the blue… And after that chill I heard a stomp from the side corridor.

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I stand on the stage and feel like I’m blind. I can see nothing beyond the blinding glare of terrible searchlights. A black gaping abyss is beneath my feet… the silent auditorium.
– ¡Señoras y señores, buenas tardes!
What? What the hell? I’m not only blind… deaf also! Perfect! Just perfect!
– ¡Ceremonia ‘Premio Dardos Award’ a la vista!
Oh, dear me… how could I forget? Hell… HELL! I try to recall where I put my list of nominees… on the table… or on the bookshelf… in the glove compartment?
– ¡Unbolt arenga!
I’ve never cursed myself like I do now… I can’t lay an egg! Not today when I’m so close to my target! Not today! My list of nominees… damn it! I don’t need it! I smile at Prakash Hegade. One step ahead… I close my eyes and start to speak. Without my list. Without any preparation. I’m saying their names by heart. I’m reading my heart list…

21 Shades Of Blue ∼ Dead Cat Comes Back ∼ Field Of Thorns ∼ Henry Game: His/story ∼ In Search Of The Perfect Spring ∼ Johnpoetflanagan ∼ Northern Nevermore ∼ PoeticDepression ∼ PoetryBySkull ∼ Prospermind ∼ Raycabiro 
SpahrPlops ∼ Strings Of Soulfulness ∼ The Poesy Project ∼ UP!::urban Po’E.Tree(s)

I’m happy. I didn’t lay an egg! I smile at the black gaping abyss and…

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…and I wake up on a big heap of rotten beetroot and zucchini. (to be continued)

P.S. Ah… sorry, my dear Prakash Hegade for my creativity… Guilty! Now you can arrest me! The last thing that I should tell my heart nominees – “All information and rules regarding the Premio Dardos Award are here.” The end. Take him away!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

My special thanks to one and only Cyan Ryan,
a great friend and an excellent editor,
for grammar corrections and improvements this essay!

P.S. And for this incredible video too… thank you, Ry!