Tag Archives: Writings

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

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Hope by Charles Kingsley

Twin stars, aloft in ether clear,
Around each other roll alway,
Within one common atmosphere
Of their own mutual light and day.

And myriad happy eyes are bent
Upon their changeless love alway;
As, strengthened by their one intent,
They pour the flood of life and day.

So we through this world’s waning night
May, hand in hand, pursue our way;
Shed round us order, love, and light,
And shine unto the perfect day.

by CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819–1875)
Public Domain Poetry

everything is magic

inhale
dust, exhale wool
make the night sky starry
my irresponsible lovely
wizard

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2026

indica flower

skitch the match
get inside the blow
& let her know

my pockets be funnels to other lands
as i deep reach to link with the hands
of the better man i wanna be
away from their cruel drudgery
light it up, boyo, light it all up

can you smell the comen rain
can you smell the cherry whip hair
them dreadlocks make above her face
she funky smell, she be moisten turf
tongue in, boyo, drink her up

she skunky munky with the badonk
she fill up my mouth & nostril bonk
she make me loven with dream hands
she taken me to the promise lands
hips quaken into her huffen man

hammer & tongs
get inside the muff
& let her buff

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

strawberry cry when you’re happy

the midnight sun returned
as i knew it would
white nights replaced black days
an endless pyjama party

the black dog retreated
my breath hung in the air
pawprints on the window pane
their grief frozen in my smile

day & night gave way to flight
the reach of my mind’s eye
a midday moon winked at me
a ghostly strawberry in the sky

& i often wonder why
tears can flow from a glad heart
like a sweet red nectar
from an overripe berry

the midnight sun returned
the black dog retreated
day & night gave way to flight
& i often wonder why

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025