Poetry from Justin Faisal

Young Rohingya (Myanmar) Muslim guy stands in front of a lake and windmill on a cloudy day. He's in a black turtleneck and blue jeans.

Broken in Mid-Journey

Got stuck amidst our lifelong journey

Through a straight path, we walked

Now it seems the road has diverged

I struggled to mend each piece of guilt

But destiny has been against me.

Our connection met with silence

Leaving me adrift in a sea of doubt

Heavy thoughts covered my heart

I poured my emotions into a chasm

To correct what seemed irreparable.

I look forward to bridging the gap

For a connection that’s disappeared

Reclaiming our once-shared memories

Tho’ yet she remained totally unmoved

Leaving my heart pierced by her neglect.

Mysterious Guiding Light 

In the darkness of the journey,

Perseverance plays the role of a guiding light,

It beckons forth to the destination,

When a lost soul seeks its fortune,

Strength comes in mysterious ways.

Through an unknown path we step,

With confidence and courage,

We acquire unexpected strength,

Illuminate the path ahead so clear,

And all fears are totally overthrown.

Many challenges we see ahead,

But perseverance leads us free,

Life starts to blossom for sure,

When we dare to roam for life,

With each step forward, we grow.

The road may seem broken,

Life ahead may seem bleak,

Effort will show the way,

There lies a mysterious strength,

When the mind is busy with life.

Earthly Heaven

Keukenhof, where tulips bloom like fire

A garden of multiple colours

In it, individuals find an earthly heaven

Where nature spreads its beauty

An eye-catching display like no other.

Majestic tulips standing tall and delicate 

Expand heart-refreshing fragrance

We need it at least once in our lives

The breath of the Keukenhof tulip garden is divine

A treasure trove of man-made nature masterpieces.

Rows like rainbow lines in a tulip garden

Attracting the attention of sightseers

Wonder and magic lie there

A glimpse of paradise on earth

In this sanctuary, the heart finds peace.

A place surrounded by trees and flowers

Beautifully connected by sunshine

Windmill in the middle of the garden

Truly looks like a picturesque design 

Let’s get lost in the beauty of the Keukenhof Tulip Garden.

Faisal Justin is a passionate young poet and author who brings a unique voice to the literary world. Having spent four years as a refugee, he now resides in the Netherlands, where he is committed to furthering his education. Motivated by his dedication to the Rohingya community, he strives to amplify their stories and challenges, ensuring their voices resonate globally. Through his writing and advocacy, he aims to inspire change and foster hope within his community, believing that collective efforts can lead to a brighter future.

Essay from Liderqiz

Young middle aged Central Asian woman with short brown hair up in a bun in a light colored coat over a black top receiving a certificate from a middle aged man with a bald head in a black tee shirt. They're shaking hands on stage in front of a bush with leaves and flowers.

This article is a profile of Dilbar Ashilbayeva, the head of the Information Service of the Tortkul District Khokimiyat of the Republic of Uzbekistan, Republic of Karakalpakstan Bekchanova Manzura.

A WOMAN STRIVING FOR HER DREAMS

Woman. How subtle and capable of great deeds in His place. Flowers bloom on the paths a woman walks. Wherever a woman goes, it becomes a garden.

The person I want to tell you today is also about a woman who brought happiness and joy to her own life and the lives of those around her, possessing great courage in her small frame…

Dilbar Ashilbayeva was born in 1995 in the capital, Nukus. Life subjected him to trials from birth. However, Dilbar, who has been interested in science and professions since childhood, graduated from school with good grades and also mastered the sewing profession perfectly.  He graduated from Karakalpak State University with a degree in Karakalpak language and literature. Dilbar also loves sports. Recently, she took an honorable 2nd place in the Para Badminton Olympiad held in the Republic of Karakalpakstan. Currently, he is conducting another training on the development of the teacher’s activity.

Relatives – her mother-in-law Chaman Komilova, her husband Aymurat Allamuratov, and all other family members have a very warm opinion about Dilbar, who, as fate would have it, became a bride in the “Kaltaminor” village citizens’ assembly of Turtkul district. “Thank her parents for raising such a girl,” says her mother-in-law, Chaman-opa.

Speaking about his daughter-in-law’s qualities, he spoke with particular pride and emotion about her craftsmanship, diligence, and aspiration. I was frightened. After all, our cow is a bit reckless. “I said I’ll buy you a gentle cow, and then you can freely milk the cow,” the mother says sincerely and lovingly.

By fate’s decree, my son couldn’t walk after finishing his studies. We took him to many places, but there was no result. But even though my son sits at home, he’s always in motion, He knows several languages. He is very interested in chess, checkers, and computer science. After we united the youth, thanks to the opportunities created by our state for people with disabilities, my son also entered Karakalpak State University with his knowledge. Currently, he is in his 2nd year. But he doesn’t sit quietly at home. He doesn’t like sitting idle. He bought a black-and-white and color printer on credit and has been contributing to the family by producing the necessary paper. He also aims to educate children at school.

Of course, today, having talked with the families of these educators, seeing their interest in life, love and appreciation for life, mutual respect and attention, having talked with such sincere people, we witnessed how much strength, patience, and courage they have.

The director of School No. 10, where Dilbar Ashilbayeva works, and the deputy of the Jokargy Kenes of the Republic of Karakalpakstan, Sayat Gichgeldiyeva, also expressed their warm opinions on this matter.

Essay from Uralova Gulmira

A Feminine Voice in Uzbek Literature: The case of Saida Zunnunova

Uralova Gulmira Salim kizi

A student of Jizzakh State Pedagogical University                                                                                           

Email: urolovagulmira4@gmail.com

Abstract: The article explores the concept of the “feminine voice” in Uzbek literature and its aesthetic as well as socio-cultural dimensions. The primary focus is on the works of Saida Zunnunova, whose poetry highlights themes of love, fidelity, motherhood, homeland, and the poetic representation of women’s destiny. The study demonstrates how Zunnunova, through a distinctly feminine perspective, reflects broader cultural and moral processes within society. Her literary contributions are analyzed within the framework of gender poetics and aesthetic theory, emphasizing her role in shaping the feminine voice in Uzbek literature.

Keywords: Uzbek literature, feminine voice, gender poetics, love, fidelity, motherhood, patriotism.

The study of feminine voices in world literature has long played a central role in literary criticism, gender studies, and cultural history. From the rise of women’s poetry in medieval Europe to the feminist movements of the twentieth century in Western literary traditions, the “feminine voice” has been recognized as a unique aesthetic category that reflects personal emotions as well as broader social and cultural shifts. In Uzbek literature, the concept of a feminine voice appeared relatively late, influenced by both historical limitations and socio-political changes that affected women’s access to education, public life, and creative expression.

In the twentieth century, the Soviet regime’s emphasis on literacy, gender equality, and cultural development created opportunities for women to enter the intellectual and artistic spheres. Yet, while these policies opened new doors, they also imposed ideological restrictions. Within this dual framework, a number of female writers began to articulate their experiences, emotions, and perspectives in ways that diverged from traditional male-centered narratives. The feminine voice in Uzbek literature became not only an artistic phenomenon but also a subtle form of resistance and self-assertion.

Among these writers, Saida Zunnunova occupies a unique and significant position. Her poetry stands at the intersection of personal and collective identity, embodying themes of love, fidelity, motherhood, and patriotism while maintaining an authentic feminine sensibility. Unlike many of her contemporaries, she was able to weave private emotions with public responsibility, crafting a voice that resonates deeply with both individual readers and the cultural consciousness of her nation.

The importance of analyzing Saida Zunnunova’s literary legacy lies in the way her works expand our understanding of gender poetics in Uzbek literature. By examining the ways in which she articulated women’s experiences, aspirations, and struggles, we can better appreciate the transformation of Uzbek literature from a predominantly patriarchal discourse to one that acknowledges and values the feminine perspective. Her poetic language, filled with emotional intensity and moral clarity, illustrates how a woman’s voice can shape cultural narratives and redefine the aesthetics of national literature.

This article, therefore, seeks to investigate the feminine voice in Uzbek literature through the case of Saida Zunnunova. The study explores how her poetry exemplifies gendered creativity, how her themes and motifs represent the struggles and strengths of women, and how her works contribute to the broader discourse of cultural identity and literary modernity. In doing so, it positions Saida Zunnunova not only as a poet of her time but also as a pioneering figure in the history of Uzbek women’s literature.

Saida Zunnunova’s poetry represents a critical moment in the development of feminist poetics in Uzbek literature. Her voice cannot be reduced simply to the fact of being a female poet within a male-dominated cultural sphere. Rather, she redefines the very contours of poetic expression by introducing a distinctly gendered sensitivity into the Uzbek literary canon. While adhering to the stylistic conventions of her time, particularly the requirements of socialist realism, she consistently infused her works with elements that foregrounded the lived experiences, emotions, and perspectives of women. In this sense, her poetry functions as a cultural dialogue between the individual and the collective, the private and the public, the feminine and the universal.

One of the most striking aspects of Zunnunova’s poetic aesthetic is her ability to merge emotional intimacy with broader philosophical reflections. Her verses often begin with personal sentiments—love, longing, loyalty, sorrow—but they transcend the individual to embody universal human concerns. This method aligns with feminist literary strategies worldwide, where women’s personal experiences are elevated to the level of public discourse. Zunnunova’s poetry, therefore, becomes a vehicle for articulating both female subjectivity and national identity, demonstrating that the two are not mutually exclusive but rather mutually reinforcing.

Her use of imagery also reveals the depth of her feminist sensibility. The recurring symbols of motherhood, fidelity, and homeland in her works are not merely ornamental but serve as critical aesthetic devices through which she reclaims traditionally male-dominated concepts and reinterprets them from a feminine perspective. For instance, while patriotism in socialist realism often carried militaristic or collectivist connotations, in Zunnunova’s poetry the love for the homeland is mediated through maternal compassion and feminine loyalty. This shift in imagery not only broadens the conceptual field of patriotism but also highlights the moral and emotional power of women in shaping collective identity.

Equally significant is Zunnunova’s treatment of love and fidelity. Unlike many of her contemporaries who celebrated romance in formulaic or ideological terms, she rooted love in the ethical dimensions of sacrifice, patience, and devotion. Her personal trials, particularly her enduring loyalty during her husband Said Ahmad’s imprisonment, are sublimated into her poetic world as metaphors of universal endurance. Love in her verse becomes both a deeply personal commitment and a spiritual force capable of transcending suffering. This articulation of love as both emotional and moral, both feminine and universal, places her firmly within the tradition of feminist poetics, where the private realm of emotions acquires political and cultural resonance.

From a stylistic perspective, Zunnunova’s diction is characterized by clarity, simplicity, and sincerity. Unlike male poets of her era who often employed rhetorical grandeur, she favored an intimate tone that draws readers into the immediacy of her experience. This stylistic choice is not a sign of limitation but of innovation; it redefines what counts as literary beauty by privileging sincerity over ornament, emotional authenticity over abstract ideologization. In this sense, her poetics reflect a gendered aesthetic principle—one that values relationality, empathy, and moral clarity as the foundation of artistic expression.

In a broader theoretical sense, Zunnunova’s poetry challenges the binaries that traditionally defined Uzbek literature. The dichotomy between public and private, between ideology and intimacy, between collective duty and personal feeling, is consistently destabilized in her works. By giving voice to women’s experiences within a highly politicized environment, she demonstrates how literature can be both ideologically compliant and personally subversive. Her poems reveal that even within the confines of state-imposed aesthetics, it is possible to carve out spaces of authenticity where women’s voices can resonate with full force.

The significance of Saida Zunnunova’s feminist poetics lies in its ability to transform the literary tradition from within. She did not explicitly reject the cultural norms of her time, yet she expanded their boundaries by introducing themes, tones, and images that could not have emerged from a male perspective. In doing so, she created a literary legacy that continues to inspire scholars and readers to reconsider the role of women in shaping not only literature but also the moral and cultural imagination of a nation. Her voice, deeply feminine yet universally human, marks a turning point in the aesthetic history of Uzbek literature.

In evaluating the broader implications of Saida Zunnunova’s contributions to Uzbek literature, it becomes clear that her feminine voice represents more than a mere addition to the national canon. Rather, it embodies a methodological and aesthetic reorientation that compels us to reconsider the very categories by which literature is judged. The presence of female subjectivity in her work does not serve as a marginal or decorative In assessing the broader impact of Saida Zunnunova’s contributions to Uzbek literature, it becomes evident that her feminine voice stands for more than just an addition to the national canon. Instead, it signifies a methodological and aesthetic shift that challenges us to rethink the criteria by which literature is evaluated. The presence of female subjectivity in her work isn’t just a marginal or decorative touch; it is at the core of how her poetry conveys ethical values, cultural identity, and human resilience. Through this shift, she provides a model for future generations of writers, especially women, seeking to express their voices within a patriarchal and ideologically driven environment.

The feminist significance of Zunnunova’s work lies not in direct protests or overt critiques of gender inequality, but in the subtle, persistent affirmation of women’s emotional, moral, and intellectual depth. This subtlety mirrors both the cultural and political realities of her era and the strategic choices she made as a poet. At a time when literature was expected to conform to socialist realism and serve as a tool for ideological mobilization, Zunnunova managed to carve out space where the personal and intimate could be acknowledged as valid subjects of artistic exploration. By doing so, she promoted the idea that a woman’s voice—based on love, fidelity, and spiritual strength—was essential to fully expressing national culture.

Her work, therefore, functions on two levels: it outwardly follows the conventions of her literary period, yet also reaches beyond them by introducing alternative values and perspectives. This duality characterizes feminist poetics in contexts where outright resistance isn’t feasible. The feminist message surfaces most effectively through subtle nuances, tones, and emotional undercurrents, often more powerfully than through explicit statements. Zunnunova’s mastery of this approach reflects both her artistic talent and her keen awareness of the cultural stakes involved.

From a comparative standpoint, her contributions can be aligned with the broader global movement of women’s literature in the mid-twentieth century. Just as female poets elsewhere aimed to establish their voices in male-dominated literary spaces, Zunnunova shows that Uzbek literature was part of this worldwide shift. Her ability to connect the personal with the universal, the feminine with the national, places her squarely within this global feminist movement. What makes her stand out, however, is the unique cultural and linguistic texture of her work—grounded deeply in Uzbek traditions while also pushing those boundaries toward new horizons.

In conclusion, Saida Zunnunova’s poetry exemplifies the rise of a distinctly feminine voice in Uzbek literature. By blending themes of love, fidelity, motherhood, and homeland with a sincere and intimate style, she changed the literary landscape of her time. Her work asserts that the feminine perspective isn’t just an accessory to national culture but a vital part of its core ethical and emotional fabric. The lasting power of her legacy highlights how literature can give voice to stories that history might otherwise ignore—and reminds us that a people’s cultural identity can’t be fully understood without recognizing the contributions of its women.element; it is central to the way her poetry communicates ethical values, cultural identity, and human resilience. Through this reorientation, she provides a model for subsequent generations of writers, particularly women, who sought to articulate their voices within the constraints of a patriarchal and ideologically charged environment.

The feminist resonance of Zunnunova’s work lies not in overt protest or direct polemics against gender inequality, but in the subtle, insistent affirmation of women’s emotional, moral, and intellectual depth. This subtlety reflects both the cultural and political conditions of her time and the strategic choices she made as a poet. In an era when literature was expected to conform to socialist realism and to serve as a vehicle of ideological mobilization, Zunnunova managed to carve out a space where the intimate and the personal could be acknowledged as legitimate subjects of artistic inquiry. By doing so, she advanced the notion that the voice of a woman—rooted in love, fidelity, and spiritual strength—was indispensable to the full expression of national culture.

Her work therefore operates on two levels: it adheres outwardly to the conventions of her literary moment, yet it also transcends them by introducing alternative values and perspectives. This dual operation is the hallmark of feminist poetics in contexts where overt resistance is not possible. It is in the nuances, the tonalities, the emotional undercurrents that the feminist gesture emerges, often more powerfully than through explicit declarations. Zunnunova’s mastery of this method reflects both her artistic genius and her acute awareness of the cultural stakes of her writing.

From a comparative perspective, her contribution can be situated alongside the broader global movement of women’s literature in the mid-twentieth century. Just as female poets in other literary traditions sought to claim the legitimacy of their voices in male-dominated spaces, Zunnunova demonstrates that Uzbek literature was not immune to this global transformation. Her ability to align the personal with the universal, the feminine with the national, places her firmly within this worldwide trajectory of feminist expression. Yet what distinguishes her is the unique cultural and linguistic texture of her work, which roots her poetry deeply in Uzbek traditions while simultaneously pushing them toward new horizons.

In conclusion, Saida Zunnunova’s poetry exemplifies the emergence of a distinctly feminine voice in Uzbek literature. By weaving together themes of love, fidelity, motherhood, and homeland with a stylistic commitment to sincerity and intimacy, she transformed the literary landscape of her time. Her work affirms that the feminine perspective is not merely supplementary to national culture but is integral to its deepest ethical and emotional foundations. The endurance of her legacy underscores the power of literature to articulate voices that history might otherwise silence, and to remind us that the cultural identity of a people cannot be fully realized without the contributions of its women.

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Poetry from Damon Hubbs

Poem While Watching the U.S. Open Tennis Tournament

on Thursday August 28th, 2025

I want Coco Gauf to sign my balls but her nails are cutlass and saber.

I like her leather jacket, too

and the fact that she named her Labubu

Arthur Flashe leads me to believe

that if the whole tennis thing doesn’t work out

the second act in her American life

might be as Poet Laureate of Boynton, Beach Florida.

Already there’s no watermelon at the deli.

Tomorrow’s Friday maybe we’ll get a round of brie.

I need to pick up my coat with the hummingbird lining

renew my library card, study the pictures

the doctor took of my colon —Appendiceal Orifice

Ileocecal Valve, Splenic Flexure;

Jupiter’s Great Red Spot may have existed before 1665.  

Do beams, rooster wing, from the tip of the Bronx Zoo

to the Hudson Line

the BX12 is sloppy love. Last time

I was in New York we went to the MoMA.

You tried to fuck the Serra box cubes.

I have no clarity of emotion. Things are blowing up.

Right scale, right scope, I memorize the universe on dope.

I guess it’s never too late to dodge August for September.

We lack compelling storylines.

Escape from Alcaraz is a lowercase observation.  

A good night in

is watching that movie

where all the virgins die —this from Austin

who says I should write more symbolically.   

Seething like elm disease, clouds like railroads…

Dachau-black. Too many likes green my bruise.

What the fuck. This is the most serious stanza yet.

We are lying and filthy and volleying for love.

Net cord, colon red, I memorize the universe on dope

and feel the hummingbird fly out of my coat.

Tommy Paul —no, no, I never trust a guy with two first names.

Poetry from J.K. Durick

This War

How does it fit? Where does it fit?

A war made for TV, a reluctant war

Filling screens with carefully chosen

Words, words that can half mean or

Not mean at all. It’s newsworthy or

Takes up newsworthy space and time

Fills in between sports championship

Games, becomes a game of its own.

This is what we get when we let things

Go and think we can watch from these

Bleachers, the same ones we watched

From during the last war, last Superbowl

Last NBA finals. We are warrior watchers

Getting ready to go at it once again, like we

Did, like we did, and will probably have to

Do again.

                      Museums

Local museums, the kind historical societies

Put together, play time and place off each other.

A few hundred years ago, there was where we are

Right now, there were people trying to get by, get

On, living their lives creating this history that we

Can view and measure against now. There can be

Things we recognize in the places in the faces of

These folks. First descriptions, then drawings, then

Paintings, and finally photographs taking us through

The ongoing development of both cameras and

The people posing – this is the way a place becomes.

That is how we get to see them, know them. This is

Museum 101, and the locals have caught on. Here

We are, some strangers looking, touring through

Yet another place, and here they are trying to slow

Us a bit and get us to see where we are, not just in

This moment but in a larger context – the context of

Time and the idea of place, their place.

          Book

This book needed to be,

had to become, became

then shouldered its way

to the front of the shelf

with so much to say, so

much to tell us, trippling

on its pages, not mouthing

like the others often did,

often do. This book reads

itself to me, handles it all

so well, like a parent, like

a grandparent reading to

an attentive child, bounces

me on its knee. This book

was meant to be, was most

of the reason the word “book”

was ever said. It shines, it

shadows, it knows the tint of

every emotion available to us.

It fills in the blanks, crosses its

t’s and dots all our i’s, commits

it all to words on its pages, does

us a great service – it summarizes

who we are and what we’re about.

It’s the book that needed to be put

together and then was.

Poetry from Soumen Roy

Lonely 

~~~~

When you love,

just love. 

No matter how long? 

Love should be pure as it is,

coming straight from a loving heart unconditionally.

Cause love has no reason to be lovable. 

As I find life so natural to breathe, 

not only to live but it comes naturally. 

So is love! 

Love doesn’t need to be loved.

Still, if you have a question, 

let me tell you

love is enough

to be together 

in the moment,

however long it may be. 

Love lives with its purity. 

Love is a blessing, 

the highest form of charity,

and the moments remain captured forever,

even when things turn bitter. 

Love is made for all, but not everyone receives love. Somewhere, the mind becomes heavy over the heart. 

But still, love is power, 

the power to forgive one another. 

But the most empowering love turns so pale today ,

in your courtyard of interests, 

and I remain in awe. 

My love isn’t forbidden. 

I neither wear a fake smile; 

I just can’t.

There, I get caught. 

But I am so happy to get caught like that.

But I am not happy to experience love that comes with conditions and remains hidden for long, 

until it becomes visible in the light of conditional actions.

Poetry from Emeniano Somoza Jr.

Anhedonia

I can’t cry

The tearducts are dry

Its been long since death

Stung me in the eye

I still have deep respect

For people who can at will

Break open a floodgate

On something real hard

While I just stand there

Laughing at the littlest detail

I sit on sad movies that make people go ape shit

I get the stories but when shit hits the fan

The sadness never gets to me

What price joy?

A pill that my doctor says to keep a black wolf at bay?