Poetry from Ah-Young Dana Park

What She Meant

My mother once said 

You only grow up 

when your heart grows

I cried,       not 

Understanding 

I cried,       not 

When your heart grows

You only grow up

My mother once said


Transient Keychains on Backpacks 

We chained it to our backpack 

Dirty scratches on one side 

To times we split the last slice of pizza 

To times we crouched, holding our stomachs 

Metal charms clipped onto split rings

Our names engraved on its tag 

To times we leaned heads on buses 

To times we finished each other’s sentences

The cool touch of the metal 

Its warm reminders of our memories  

To times we first met 

To times we waved goodbye in tears

Cicada, Fish, and Apples

I remember pieces of my past memories

The crying cicada, the fish, the apples 

But here in the city,

Cicadas are stepped on 

Fish are inside glass bowls 

And apples are not so ripe

Ah-Young Dana Park is a student attending a high school in Boston, Massachusetts. Her poetry often explores memory, interiority, and fleeting moments. Beyond her writing pursuits, Dana enjoys singing, painting, and exploring other artistic fields.

Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin

Mritiqa

‎Mritiqa, can you walk?

‎From one heart to another.

‎Can you arrange emotions?

‎in the heart of a boring world.

‎Can you paint with the colors of the sun?

‎The hungry stomach of the sea that has been thrown up.

‎Can you  play the flute of Hamilto?

‎In the cursed city gathered on the forehead.

‎Can you make a walking path?

‎In the unnecessary glands.

‎Can you read?

‎The silent call.

‎Can you absorb?

‎The red tears that tore my heaven.

‎Can you make me

‎a dreamy musical piece

‎Come and slowly touch

‎My final twilight.

‎Look at this vast sea of people

‎Silent in the half-darkness and the crushing darkness.

‎The fields, the mountains, the valleys, the springs are oppressed

‎Dead winter, dead spring.

‎The dead emotions of living people walk around

‎On the path flowing past the grave.

‎Candles do not illuminate the grave of the heart

‎Immortal death on the edge of the sleepless night

‎I return to you in deep sorrow

‎Leaving my hometown to the forest.

‎All pain fades away in an instant

‎In the cage of your innocent chest.

‎I like to do in search of you

‎In the form of the wind.

‎Embrace me once in both arms

‎The beginning of a bright new day

‎Cast anchor in the song of the primeval night

‎Where civilization sprouts from seeds

‎My fire pit – eager for freedom

‎In the united march of free living

Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

Fourteen Lines

Thousands

with too many wounds,

bodies of stitches

hard to breathe,

earth quick rolling

sky sparks of war,

never ending

babies ready to march,

madmen mumbling

counting their gold,

drinking their mix

of death and blood,

they do not care of the innocent

only their lust for themselves.

Seven Lines

She’s over there with knees bent

her right jaw against the dirty floor

her arms behind her back

against her will

she died yesterday

the rich laughing

between the explosions of their wars.

Three Lines

Drone swarms

becoming alive

without hearts.

Too Late to Count

Someone lighting the last fuse….

Poetry from Mirta Liliana Ramirez

Older middle aged Latina woman with short reddish brown hair, light brown eyes, and a grey blouse.
Mirta Liliana Ramirez

Missing You

when it dawns,

I feel the dew on my lips

gently moistening your face…

With the passion that burns in my heart

like summer sun chaco…

my soul burns

love

I put it out with tears

of an unexpected rain of my eyes

Knowing that I can only imagine you.

crying for you

after feeling

the company of my pillow

confirming that you will never return…

Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.

Poetry from Julia Kanno

Yo soy Lydia 

I planned on  being a doctor

So I could pay off 

The loans and mortgages 

Of my kin

Yo soy Jose 

I dreamed of making rockets 

That would take people to Mars

I make them from aluminum foil 

In my dreams

Yo soy Carla

I dream of owning a bakery

With my abuelitos recipes 

Yo soy Jose

I have dreams of Harvard.

So I can learn to defend my people against ice agents

Yo soy Maria 

I dream of having grandkids while grading my students papers

Yo soy Julio I too rebuild the world

Yo soy camila I dream of having 

Many many babies 

Yo soy Ricardo

I dream of being a police officer

Yo soy Juan I want to be a teacher

Yo soy..

BOOM

Essay from Zinnura Yo’ldoshaliyeva

Central Asian teen girl with dark hair in a ponytail and a white tee shirt with a flower.

The Importance of Foreign Languages in Our Lives!

The 21st century is the age of science, technology, and information. In today’s globalizing world, every individual must work on self-development, grow intellectually, and — most importantly — learn foreign languages.

But what exactly does language give us? Why should we learn a new language?
Let’s explore the key reasons behind it.

Nowadays, millions of people are learning foreign languages — especially English, Russian, Korean, Arabic, Chinese, and Japanese. Take English, for example: mastering this one language allows you to communicate freely almost anywhere in the world, participate in international seminars, gain financial independence, and — in short — keep pace with the world. Today, most global news, scientific articles, and educational content are published primarily in English. Of course, translations may follow later — but what if too much time has passed by then?

By learning a language, you can increase your income and be among the first to access global updates. Foreign languages also open doors to international scholarships and admission to top universities around the world. Programs such as Erasmus+DAAD, and El-Yurt Umidi are continually offering opportunities for those who have strong language skills. I believe these types of programs are essential for developing your network, making friends from different countries, and enhancing personal growth.

Furthermore, knowing a foreign language increases your employability. Every company values employees who can communicate across borders. Professions such as translation, journalism, diplomacy, tourism, and information technology are all closely tied to foreign languages. If we start learning multiple foreign languages today, we’ll never have trouble finding a job in the future.

Through foreign languages, a person gains a deeper understanding of other nations’ histories, traditions, arts, and lifestyles. This fosters tolerance, openness, respect, and intercultural communication. For instance, those who study Korean often become interested in Korean culture, films, music, and cuisine.
Knowing a language is a way of showing respect for other peoples — and a path to better understanding your own culture as well.

Learning a language is not just about memorizing words; it’s a process that requires logical thinking, memory, persistence, and dedication. A person who studies a foreign language constantly works on self-improvement and enhances their intellectual capacity — which leads to overall personal growth. It also develops one’s speaking skills, listening comprehension, and analytical thinking.

In conclusion, learning foreign languages is one of the most pressing and important tasks for today’s youth. Every young person should plan their time wisely and aim to master at least one foreign language.
Because language is the key to knowledge, the door to opportunity, and the path to progress.

Don’t get tired of learning languages. Keep going.

Zinnura Yo’ldoshaliyeva was born on June 17, 2011, in Rishton district, Fergana region. She is an 8th-grade student at the specialized school of Rishton district and serves as the leader of the “Talent” direction within the Rishton District Leaders’ Council.

She has actively participated in numerous projects, including:

  • “Anim Camp”,
  • “Future Founders Online Forum”,
  • “Young Readers”,
  • “STEM Regional Stage”,
    and others.

Her scientific article was published in the book “Emotions on Paper”, and she continues to be actively involved in various initiatives. Currently, she is studying English and Korean languages.

Poetry from Greg Gildersleeve

Lonely at the Top

I climbed to the top of the world.
The Statue of Liberty has secret stairs. 
They go right up to the torch
and narrow as you go.
Only one person can touch the torch
and see the paint-brush truth of its distant splendor.

At the top,
there is nowhere else to go.
A child might climb on the torch itself.
The adult sees only danger;
where the steps end so do I.

Carefully, I turn around,
Survey all beneath me:
the island and harbor,
the tiny people and Fisher-Price buildings,
Like the toys I had when I was small:
I am their God.

But what can a God do but stare
and be stared at with moribund reverence?
I am above it all.
When I was a child,
I could touch my toys,
move them around.
I can do so no longer,
nor can I swim in the harbor 
or walk the land,
so I look up.

The twinkling lights,
New worlds to dominate,
transform, the last chance 
for a god to matter.

I must come down
backwards, the way I came,
careful not to trample or be trampled
by those I have passed along the way.



What Standing Up to Tyranny Looks Like


Crowded beach.
Party for all.
Group of hooligans crash
with big guns and armbands.

They laugh loud and announce
they will shoot their guns over the sea,
disrupt the quiet, peaceful brunch
with their monotone supremacy.

Our general jogs over,
with no uniform or rank,
just a sleeveless jacket
and quiet, personal energy

to tell them they are welcome,
but their threats are not.
He cannot arrest them, they know,
or force them to leave.

Alone, he tries to keep the peace
with young men who desire to end it.
He jogs off, getting in the last word,
for all that words matter.

The hooligans proceed to fire
their munitions, pollute
the air and sea
and laugh and laugh.



If a Certain Politician Has His Way


The loss of income 
and transportation
is not as bad
as the loss of purpose.

That’s why I’m excited
when the library accepts
my offer to volunteer.
They tell me to come in on Monday
to fill out the paperwork.
Then on Tuesday a van
will escort me to the job site
to see how things work out.

I can’t wait to dive in,
to stack books or paint walls,
whatever they ask of me.
I go in a few days early
to check the place out
and park my bike in the hall
as there are no bike stands outside,
an antiquated convenience
no longer needed in a nation
of super rich and unseen poor.

I stroll into the lobby
and ask a librarian
if I can leave my bike where it is.
She goes with me and sees
the bike is quite large—an obstruction,
she labels it, even though the hallway
is wide. She assists me,

as librarians do, in finding
a more suitable location
in a building undesigned
for the likes of me.



Solidarity

Lunch in these perilous times
is risky. Still we meet,
hash our plans in silent rebellion
over broth and cheap tea,
the three of us with nothing in common
but our vision.

The overlords catch on.
They choose to punish me, the traitor
to their class. They grab my body
with their invisible force and raise me
toward their searing white light.

A pair of hands grab my leg.
Tentacles envelop the other.
My co-conspirators reveal themselves,
refusing to let me go,
refusing to obey,
suspending me in the air.

The overlords, not known for giving up,
relinquish their light. I fall to the café floor.
An unseen voice tells us we will pay.
We know. We already have paid 
with a thousand percent interest.

 

Greg Gildersleeve lives in the Kansas City area where he teaches college courses in composition, technical writing, and creative writing. He authored two Young Adult novels, The Power Club (2017) and The Secret Club (2020), and a novella, False Alarm (2015). His work has appeared in newsletters The Teaching Professor and Faculty Focus. He won the Publication Award of Johnson County Community College, Overland Park KS.