Poetry from Azizbek Shaymurzayev

Central Asian teen boy with short dark hair and a white collared shirt and blue vest seated at a table.

On Remembrance Day

The strange past of the forty-first years,

An unexpected guest in the dreams I hold dear.

Everywhere — grim rumors of war and fears,

Was every moment soaked in blood and tear?

The cries of mothers whose “fingernails” were torn,

Countless children grew up fatherless and worn.

A single crust of black bread was their prize,

So many perished with hunger in their eyes.

For our peace, the brave warriors fought,

In hearts you live on, never to be forgot.

You are the hero etched in our nation’s lore,

Your final breath echoes forevermore.

Today we are silent for you, just a while,

Your memory — eternal, your worth — ever vital.

Azizbek Shaymurzayev was born on February 1, 2010, in Zafarobod district, Jizzakh region. From the moment he began his early education, he developed a deep interest in literature and poetry. Today, many of his poems, essays, and articles have been published in various newspapers, journals, and books. His biggest dream for the future is to become a diplomat.

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with a beard standing in a bedroom with posters on the walls
J.J. Campbell

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buzzards

i always laugh

when i see

the buzzards

circling over

the nursing

home

i’m not sure

if that is the

kind of roadkill

they are looking

for

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add a little blood

trimming my toenails

last night and the little

toe on my right foot

decided it was time

for a surprise

sure, four in the

morning why not

add a little blood

to the show

as i pulled the

fucking nail off

i grabbed a tissue

for the blood

i found some

neosporin and

did my best to

put that on it

before i finally

got some sleep

hell, what is

a little more

pain

thankfully, the bar

is fully stocked

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to kill the pain

and here come the sad songs

a tainted beauty and all the

alcohol to kill the pain

loneliness stumbles down

a broken road

stops to look in a window

sees nothing but flashbacks

of what could have been

her rosy red lips pressed

against what little of your

soul has left to claim

she always believed

even when you stopped

caring about the future

still waiting for you to

come to your senses

and give in

pride has killed many

a man and here you are

becoming another statistic

one last kiss

one last roll in the

proverbial hay

old souls determined

to peel back the years

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still allergy season

one of these passionless

days

sunny, warm breeze

still allergy season

wondering if the fridge

is still making that sound

running out of clean glasses

but rather do paper than

run the dishwasher

the rich friends are bitching

about their fortunes

i’m wondering if the lakers

are going to cover the spread

watching a squirrel checking

out a power line

i’ve seen this tragedy before

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playing for drinks

one of those nights in a pool hall

watching my girlfriend flirt with

every motherfucker in the place

wondering if i should get angry

or tell her which one to bring

back to the farm to rob, fuck

and kill

the longer she flirted with

someone the more shots

i would make

she came over and whispered

in my ear, i see you play better

when you’re angry

i told her to remember this

when i’m playing for money,

i don’t need the anger when

playing for drinks

she went home with me

on that night

i showed her where her

g spot was

she broke up with me

two weeks later

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Mad Swirl, The Beatnik Cowboy, Yellow Mama, Horror Sleaze Trash and The Dope Fiend Daily. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Poetry from Brooks Lindberg

eye sockets filled with rain:

world and time are the same—

we trespass each

hence our punishments 

for each

are the same

if our bodies had souls, they would spit, chew, break bread, beckon sheep in for the night, swim, sleep, rest, do everything the body would do if we were not trespassing it too.

Brooks Lindberg lives in the Pacific Northwest. His poems appear frequently in The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, and elsewhere.

Short story from Murodullayeva Makharram

Young Uzbek woman in a pink headscarf standing under a cherry tree with pink blossoms on a sunny day.

A DREAM COME TRUE

On a winter’s day, Mubina gazed out the window, lost in thought. She dreamt beautiful dreams, pondering how to achieve her aspirations. A sudden creak broke her reverie. The door opened, and her mother entered. Her mother switched off the lights, preparing for rest, and settled into bed. In the darkness, Mubina still tried to visualize the Kaaba.

It was the night between Thursday and Friday. Listlessly, she went to her place, picked up a picture of the Kaaba, and wept as she gazed at it. She yearned with all her heart to visit Allah’s house on Earth. Careful not to let her mother hear her sobs, Mubina wiped away her tears and quietly slipped into bed, closing her eyes. Sleep evaded her at first. After a while, her eyelids began to droop.

Suddenly, a light fell upon Mubina’s face. She opened her eyes to find herself in a vast expanse. The surroundings were breathtakingly beautiful. The natural phenomena were captivating. Mubina’s wonder grew, for on one side, a radiant light dazzled the eye, while on the other, rain gently fell. Curious to know where she was, she noticed something in the distance.

Mubina slowly walked towards the object visible amidst the dark clouds. As she looked, she could hardly believe her eyes. There, before her, stood the Kaaba. The immense, jet-black Kaaba, adorned with gold embroidery, was the object of her deepest desires. She circumambulated the Kaaba, and as she prayed, she suddenly awoke.

She found herself in her own bed, in her own home. Mubina realized she had been dreaming. Overcome with joy, she wept. Even in a dream, her cherished wish had come true.

Rounded building full of windows, Uzbek high school.

Murodullayeva Makharram Rustam qizi was born on March 31,2003, in the Narpay district of the Samarkand region.

Poetry from Bruce Roberts

Abe, We Need You!

Lincoln said it—November 19, 1863—

GETTYSBURG, Pennsylvania

“. . .the government of the people,

by the people, and for the people,

shall not perish from the earth.”

With these words—

inspiring, articulate, immortal–

Our elected President

 summed up America’s Civil War,

A massive effort to keep

America’s democracy

  Alive!

Yet today—161 years later—

America elects a convicted felon,

One who cares NOT

About America, NOT about democracy,

But only about himself.   

One whose words are Laughable,

Mean, Bumbling, immoral.

One who surrounds himself NOT

With experts dedicated

to the American people,

But with loyalists,

Dedicated ONLY to him,

With very minimal

Legitimate qualifications

For their governmental assignments.

After all these years, can our Founding Fathers

Still roll over in their graves?

Essay from Yunusova Khodisa

Andijan State Institute of Foreign Languages
Foreign Language and Literature German Language Direction
Student of group 402 Yunusova Khodisa
Scientific advisor Kodirova Nargiza

Teaching types of speech activity
Annotation: This article explores effective methods for teaching types of speech activity — listening, speaking, reading, and writing. It discusses approaches and methodological recommendations for developing students’ communicative skills in each activity. Special attention is given to the importance of integrating these types of speech activity in a unified and communicative language teaching process.


Abstract: V dannoy state rassmatrivayutsya effektivnye metody obucheniya vidam rechevoy deyatelnosti — audirovaniyu, govoreniyu, chteniyu i pismu. Descriptions of approaches and methodical recommendations for the formation of communication skills are described in detail. Osoboe vnimanie udeleno vajnosti integrirovannogo podkhoda pri obuchenii yazyku cherez sochetanie vseh vidov rechevoy deyatelnosti.


Keywords: speech activity, language teaching, communicative skills, listening comprehension, oral speech, reading, written speech, integrated approach.


Keywords: speech activity, language teaching, communicative skills, listening comprehension, speaking, reading, writing, integrated approach.


Keywords: rechevaya deyatelnost, obuchenie zyzyku, kommunikativnye vykyki, audirovanie, govorenie, chtenie, pismo, integrirovannyy podkhod.


Every state, every nation is strong not only with its underground and above-ground natural resources, military power and production potential, but, first of all, with its high culture and spirituality. Therefore, in our republic, in order to educate and raise a healthy, harmonious generation, great work is being carried out in terms of scale and scope to radically renew and reform the education system. The multicultural and multifaceted “landscape” of Uzbekistan is an effective basis for developing a person’s language competence.

Foreign language education, or in the words of N. Galskova, “Linguocultural education” further expands the opportunities and boundaries of the younger generation to receive, transmit and interact with new and useful information. The resolution of December 10, 2012, No. PQ-1875 “On measures to further improve the system of learning foreign languages”, established the main goal of teaching the younger generation foreign languages, improving the system of training specialists who can speak these languages ​​fluently, creating opportunities for their extensive use of the achievements and information resources of world civilization, and developing international cooperation and dialogue. As is known, any goal arises due to need. In the methodological literature, when analyzing needs, objective and subjective needs are distinguished based on the educational conditions.


Objective need:
a) age-related psychological characteristics of foreign language learners, their native language, interests, and abilities to learn a foreign language;
b) levels of knowledge, qualifications, and skills that must be acquired in speech activities in a foreign language;
c) is determined based on the state and social requirements, that is, on the basis of information about the program requirements for students’ knowledge, skills and abilities in a foreign language, based on the social order.


Subjective needs are analyzed based on information about students’:
a) attitudes towards the foreign language and culture being studied;
b) methods and strategies for learning a foreign language;
c) which types of speech activity (speaking, listening comprehension, reading and writing) they are interested in mastering.


In the process of communicating with each other, people directly turn to language and speech activity, one of the important means of communication. Speech is the highest and main means of human activity. Because speech is what distinguishes a person from other creatures. Speech is the use of language in the processes of expressing and exchanging thoughts, a certain form of life as a separate type of communicative activity of language. Speech is understood as the processes of its oral and written manifestation, that is, the process of speaking and its result. Speech activity is the process of communication itself, the concept of speech activity, on the one hand, is the process of expressing ideas using language tools.

Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

Terms of Time

1.

I stop for an instant of eternity

on my sweet excursion

of morning walks.

A woodpecker landing near my feet,

wondering if my boots are tree roots.

2.

Squirrels and doves

pondering my unmoving state.

Sparrows chattering

at the top of an oak,

looking down on the stranger

dressed in unmoving ruts of wood.

3.

My eyes hidden

in wrinkles of thought.

World lit

by the past.

Dreams illuminating

terms of time.

4.

I have no lasting fears.

So I move on

scattering the birds

and squirrels with twitching noses.

5.

A gopher popping up

his head out of his hole.

Grinning at me

knowing more

in less

than I’ll ever know.

For I will fly

eventually.