Poetry from Jacques Fleury

The Tree House

By Jacques Fleury

 [From Fleury’s book: Chain Letter To America: The One Thing You Can Do To End Racism:

A Collection of Essays, Fiction and Poetry Celebrating Multiculturalism]

While the butterfly hovers and the bird sways…

I take tepid steps around the forest

So not to disturb the natural way of things;

Night time in the woods,

I stroll into its evening with a lantern,

So dark a night I can only see what

The light will allow;

I can feel earthly debris crunching

Beneath my feet, the sounds echo in the distance,

I see the dilapidated treehouse that

Father and I built, a once buxom structure

Now barely standing with little nurturing…

Yet still I climb the ladder leading up to it,

The rungs creak beneath  my feet,

I get into the pungent pad on the floor

And lay next to the spot where father

Once leisurely reposed while we talked into the night

Listening to at times tiresome benedictions:

The eternal noise of crickets and other cryptic night noises;

We spoke of traveling and transcending,

Navigating and never minding…

He spoke of his epistolary love with mother

And how they got together,

How glad he was when I saw light for the first time,

And how he would always be by my side,

“Promise?”


“Promise!”

“Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Promise.”

I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind,

As a gentle swaying of the treehouse that

Father and I built rocks me to sleep…

Young adult Black man with short shaved hair, a big smile, and a suit and purple tie.
Jacques Fleury

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self” & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc… He has been published in prestigious publications such as Spirit of Change Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Litterateur Redefining World anthologies out of India, Poets Reading the News, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at:  http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.–

Silhouetted figure leaping off into the unknown with hand and leg raised. Bushes and tree in the foreground, mountains ahead. Book is green and yellow with black text and title.
Jacques Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey Towards Understanding Your Authentic Self

Poetry from Dr. Jernail S. Anand

Older South Asian man in a pink turban and coat and tie standing and reading from a large open book.

THE CHARITABLE HAND 

Life is like a festival of ‘basant’

At which,

Young kids fly kites

And don’t mind using the china twine

Which has a high killer potential.

Govt announcements apart,

Who bothers about life,

That too of others,

When their own joy 

Is at stake? 

While having a post-dinner stroll

We came across a pigeon

Trying hard to fly

But caught in a twine

Which did not oblige. 

We caught the pigeon

And to our horror,

The twine had got round

And round and round

Its body, and clipped its wings.

The pigeon now was scared

The poor thing didn’t know for what

He had been trapped.

Would this hand wrench its neck

And boil it the next moment.

Ohh! The poor thing was 

In the hands of mercy.

We brought a pair of scissors

And started cutting the twine

It was badly wrapped around its wings.

At last the twine was cut,

But it had impaired his wings,

And when we left it free,

It could only move,

And failed to fly. 

We brought it home,

And offered it all it liked to eat.

It is still in our balcony,

But still not able to fly

But it knows what is care and safety.

The story held a lesson for me.

The twine represents the little misses

That we make, 

Which then wrap around our neck

And our wings, and halt our flight.

Rather, they cut our wings sometimes

And we are made vulnerable 

To the vultures,

A moment with a cat 

Was enough to do it in.

Desires, passions, unfilled dreams

Keep us trapped like this twine

And impair our freedom,

Rather put our very life in danger.

Christ is not born in every manger.

Poetry from Adalat Gafarov Izzet oglu

THE WORLD DOES NOT AGE

The world gets younger, the world does not age,

The sky that makes the world old does not rise,

Which person does not draw strength from God?

I am focused on your gaze.

What a good world you have created, God,

What a good, good thing you have created, God!

What a good world you have introduced to me, God,

I am drawn to your gaze.

You have a pure gaze in our mysterious world,

You have many unknown patterns,

You have a shower of light that will wash the world,

I am drawn to your gaze.

Life ends, the world does not grow old,

Not every person rises in your presence,

Does Justice not gain strength from this servant?

I am drawn to your gaze.

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

‎The Silence of Multiplicity

‎Mesfakus Salahin, Bangladesh

‎I stay up all night

‎I tie my mind’s  horse

‎In an invisible thread

‎The horse flies away into solitude

‎The thread is weak

‎The earthly mind

‎Floating in the mysterious water

‎The self is always deceived

‎in the midst of the trance

‎The new-fashioned arrogance plays

‎Written in the dew of a leaf of grass

‎Returning again and again

‎The horse blows away the dust

‎Leaving everything behind, its own circle

‎In the circle of greed, in the crowd;

‎In the story of life, in the prose of wealth;

‎Only searching for oneself in the depths

‎In the deluge that pierces the veil of night

‎The intention of touching a straight line

‎Wakes up in the estuary

‎I cut the blood line

‎I cut the dark mountain and catch the guest

‎The sky descends with the color of the sky

‎The guest is lost in the unknown

‎All darkness becomes light through discussion

‎The soul enters the grave of the night and moves

‎The night does not remain in the grave

‎The greedy hand does not remain

‎Day does not remain

‎Whatever is colorful becomes bare

‎There remain deeds and lamentations

‎The dead river of boundless time have crossed

‎In the living grave, night remains, the illusion of night;

‎The shadow of day on the back of day

‎The multiplicity of self

‎The silence of multiplicity

Essay from Ibroximova Hayitxon Mirzoxidjon qizi

MANAGING INDIVIDUAL STUDY PLANS THROUGH AI

Ibroximova Hayitxon Mirzoxidjon qizi

Andijan State Technical Institute

Faculty of Information Security and Computer Technologies

2nd-year student, Information Systems and Technologies

Email: ibroximovahayitxon@gmail.com

Abstract

This article describes the mechanism for creating flexible study plans for students by processing academic data in the 1C:Enterprise system using artificial intelligence. The study analyzes an innovative approach to predicting student potential using neural networks and automatically optimizing the educational trajectory. This method contributes to the digital transformation of educational management.

Keywords: 1C: Enterprise platform, artificial intelligence, individual learning trajectory, personalized learning, data analytics, neural networks, digital education management.

Introduction

Today, the digitalization of higher education is not just about converting statistical data into electronic form, but about transitioning to a completely new model of managing education quality. As the global trend toward personalized education continues to grow, creating individual learning trajectories that match students’ performance levels and interests has become a pressing issue.In higher education institutions of Uzbekistan, the 1C:Enterprise platform is widely used to manage academic processes. Over the years, this system has accumulated a large database (Big Data) of students’ grades, attendance, and subjects. However, current 1C configurations are mainly limited to data collection and archiving functions. Standard curricula are the same for all students and do not take into account each student’s individual cognitive abilities and learning pace.At this point, the need arises to integrate artificial intelligence (AI) algorithms with the 1C system.

AI technologies, especially machine learning models, make it possible to analyze historical data in the 1C database and identify students’ strengths and weaknesses. For example, based on previous semester results, the system can provide “smart” recommendations on which subjects a student should study more deeply or which elective courses to choose.Such an approach not only personalizes the educational process but also helps university management predict student performance in advance and reduce academic underperformance.

Methodology (Methods)

During the research, an intellectual model for managing individual study plans was developed, and the following scientific and technical methods were applied:Data collection and analysis:A dataset of students’ academic activities was created. Input data included students’ academic portfolios. The following parameters were extracted from the SQL database:Static data: entrance scores, chosen specialization

Dynamic data: current grades, midterm results, LMS activity logs

Using Python’s Pandas library, missing values were filled and the data was normalized within the range [0,1].

Application of AI algorithms:Several machine learning models were used:

Clustering (K-means): Students were grouped based on knowledge level and cognitive abilities

Regression analysis: A Linear Regression model was built to predict final exam scores

Prediction: Subjects where students struggle were identified, and additional classes were automatically added

System integration and visualization:AI modules were integrated into platforms like 1C:Enterprise. Visual graphs and charts were created using Matplotlib to track student progress.

Experimental design:Two groups were formed:Experimental group – studied using AI-based individual plansControl group – studied using traditional methods

Results were compared to evaluate effectiveness.

Results

The experiment was conducted during the first semester of the 2025–2026 academic year with 200 students:

Experimental group: 100 students (AI-based system)

Control group: 100 students (traditional system)

Key findings:

Average score:

Experimental group: 84.5

Control group: 71.2→ 18.7% improvement

Low-performing students (<60):Control: 15%AI group: 3%

Prediction model accuracy (R²): 0.892

Early prediction accuracy: 91% (by week 4)

AI automatically added 12 extra hours of training, improving weak results in 85% of cases.

Clustering results:25% – high-performing analytical learners55% – average learners20% – visually-oriented learners

Motivation in the third group increased by 32%.

Administrative efficiency:Time to create plans reduced from 45–50 minutes to 35–45 seconds

Errors reduced by 98%

Documents generated automatically in PDF

Survey results:88% of students satisfied with recommendations92% of teachers saved time and focused more on creative work

Discussion

The results show that AI-based management of individual study plans is not just a technical tool but a strategic mechanism for transforming education quality.Adaptive learning: Improved performance by 18.7%

Predictive analytics: Enabled early interventionIntegration effect: 

Combined power of Python and 1C improved efficiency

Visualization: Increased student motivation and self-monitoring

Limitations:Data quality issues (GIGO principle)

Need for Explainable AI

AI should support, not replace teachers

Future recommendations: NLP for evaluating written work

Sentiment analysis for student well-being

Mobile applications for real-time updates

Conclusion

This study shows that the era of treating all students equally in education is over. Artificial Intelligence is not just a trend but a powerful tool that improves student performance and reduces teachers’ workload.

Main conclusions:

Student performance increased by 18–20%Early prediction of failures (90% accuracy)Bureaucracy reduced by 80%Strong collaboration between humans and technologyIn conclusion, managing individual study plans through AI is the foundation of future education. Its wide implementation can significantly improve the quality of training modern, competitive specialists.

Poetry from Ananya Guha

March winds have abated

The power, the delirium

The hastiness all gone

But will it come back 

In childhood fury

To measure time by the

Indefinite hour glass?

Once more I step  on these

Hills, light footed, light winged

To answer the rains which 

Come catapulting into night skies

And walk the ways of a thousand

Roads.

Ananya S Guha

Shillong

INDIA

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years, and has ten collections of poetry to his credit.

Short story from Doug Hawley and Bill Tope

Originally published in the Gorko Gazette.

Le Penseur

Stan sat before the old television set, unmoving. He was just dimly aware that his torso and limbs were arranged in the same posture as Rodin’s “The Thinker,” only in flesh tones instead of the bronze of the sculpture. While Le Penseur had for more than a century captivated observers with its monumental reflection of profound introspection, Stan knew only that he was stoned on peach-flavored vodka and ersatz Nyquil. Like the statue, Stan was totally nude.

It had been a long night. Leaving his sleeping wife alone in the middle of the night to grab a beer and catch some professional wrestling on the tube, he had gotten wildly drunk and stayed that way into the morning. He worked hard as a bricklayer and only cut loose one night a week. He didn’t frequent the bars anymore, and usually held himself together enough to accompany Bree to church on Sunday morning.

He gazed bleakly at the TV, saw on the fuzzy screen only the pointless Sunday morning discussion programs. Stan moved his right elbow from his left knee and bent to retrieve his flask of generic vodka. He then snatched from the TV table the large, trapezoid-shaped bottle of generic cold meds. Decanting the green, gloppy liquid into a small plastic cup, he tossed it back like a shot of tequila. Next he unscrewed the vodka and took a bracing hit. The hair on his arms stood on end.

“I’m ready,” he said aloud, “for a Sunday without football.”

Keys rattled in the locket and through the front door walked Bree. She dropped her purse and a grocery bag on the parson’s table beside the entrance. She stared at her husband and offered up, “Shit-faced again, lover?”

“Is that what you learned at Sunday school today?” asked Stan, promptly falling off the sofa and bonking his head on the edge of the TV. 

As he lay there, dazed, Bree sashayed through the living room, took up a vase, removed the fresh-cut flowers and poured the water on her husband’s head. Stan sprang to life at once.

Stan shook himself like a dog. “What’s for lunch?” he slurred.

“Hash.  Don’t get up; I’ll serve you where you are.”

“Thanks, ‘hon.”

Bree brings him something ugly in a bowl.”

“Hey Bree, that’s the dog’s food dish.”

“Of course it is, I gave you dog food.”

“Bree, I can only take so much. You know I can leave you at any time.”

“Promises, promises. The checkout guy at the grocery lets me know, every time I shop, that he’s available. Good hair, nice teeth and a body that looks like a Greek statue. You really want to make threats?”

“You think you are so hot! Want to know what the secretaries for the union say about me?”

“Sure, I could use a good laugh.”

“They say I have great penmanship.”

They blink at the other for a moment, and then Bree hides her mouth with her hand and starts to giggle. Stan joins her. Soon they are laughing uproariously.

“Hey Bree, help your drunk old man up so we can watch something on TV.”

“OK, but after that I’ve got to put away groceries.”

Later they leave the TV on but ignore it while making out like a couple of teenagers. The ice cream melts in the bag on the table.