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soldat (a final kiss)
you squeeze the hand of fate
knuckles white in the skull of night
time to choose between fight or kite
will we ever feel ready today
the price of going away
won’t be as high as if you stayed
how on god’s weaned earth has it come to this
another plated community
can you smell the sulphur in the air
mind the inevitable siren blare
more bodies filling moats of fear
the price of going away
won’t be as high as if you stayed
but first i must tell what you mean to me
let’s never forget, woman of my dreams
as i trace your shoulders, broad & free
would you flex those biceps, strong for me
then crushing thighs & disarming sighs
the price of going away
won’t be as high as if you stayed
i’ll miss you but we can no longer believe
the eastern border has disgorged
war, the insatiable hurricane
it swirls & pukes our discarded aims
bulimic in its vile intentions
the price of going away
won’t be as high as if you stayed
& fate always seems to begin like this
by TONY SINGLE
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no happy ending club
i’m three blocks over on
the streets of dover beneath
that neon blight pile on
& i remember your teeth
being far too white on that night
in that light where you broke my heart
your nipple tassels
in my fuzzy navel
i’m turning into the
man i don’t want to
be but surly am
triple x never marked the
spot & why would it, i’m a fool
it’s a shame for me but the
fact is you never knew me, you’ll
agree, nor did you ever want to
& nor were you obliged
your nipple tassels
in my blue balls
i’m leaning into that
void more & more each
sexless day & year
why do you live on in my
mind, so long after the fact
you are the ghost in my
neurons & i want to hate you for that
with all the passion i no longer muster
& all the clucks i no longer fuster
your nipple tassels
in my lava flow
i’m turning into that
stone cold incel & i’m
afraid it’s all my fault
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025
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literary romance (literally)
approach the shelves
& find yourself
between the titles on spines & bones
endpapers & front matter
buttress your thoughts
& out your innards
caress the pages
& hear their whispers
between the walls all echoes & cries
an index of truth & lies
& vibes besides
all for your disbelieving ears & eyes
savour the words
& feel their taste
between the tongue & palate
then show me the words
like a string of spaghetti
unspool from your lips to my plate
sweep up the breadcrumbs
& pocket them
between the smartphone & mint drops
then pull away the parentheses
of forbearance from my mouth
& kiss while the present tense is rightly wrong
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025
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hennadii
a beatles crossing
ghost prints through chechelovka
now here you’re 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
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