I was the Walrus
who fought with the Carpenter.
(His workmanship sucked.)
But I should have held my tongue
—he turned me into oyster!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
I was the Walrus
who fought with the Carpenter.
(His workmanship sucked.)
But I should have held my tongue
—he turned me into oyster!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
a tired boot lies on the sill
hangs out its tongue like an old dhole
snores and twitches a dirty sole
with a dried-on daffodil
it dreams of untrodden routes
long forest walks, steep mountain trails
and how it tells bedtime tall tales
to gaped-in-awe puppy-boots
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018