Treaty, the sound of delicious:
the mouth of History


poem (of sorts)

‘As a rule, easily understood language is not welcome in legal document.’
                                                                                                                        —Thomas King

reason #7643 to keep the judicial system alive and the money flowing, flowing, flowing . . . 
(see lawyer)

epilogue:

trust was breached but not before the land was settled and profits distributed according to a beached whale who turned out not to be a beached whale but a hollowed space used to store the sacred secret that washed ashore many moons ago it had all been decided and there was no Thing that anyone could do to change that and that was That.


poem#2 (of sorts) entitled: take your pick

‘Treaties, after all, were not vehicles for protecting land or sharing land. They were vehicles for acquiring land.’

Or

‘Treaties aren’t the problem. Keeping the promises made in the treaties, on the other hand, is a different matter.’
                                —T.K. again

epilogue:

conclusions?

1.	treaties come with expiry dates?
2.	what treaty was written that claimed the expiry date clause? (see conclusion #1.) check the lost and found.
3.	what is your definition of ‘treaty?’
4.	like rules and promises, treaties are meant to be broken?
5.	take your pick of conclusions and/or create your own, after all, it is a treaty!
6.	they tasted good at the time when the signatures were fresh and runny like sap (blood?), but after awhile they go stale like all organic matter? (see conclusion #1 on expiry date)
7.	did they ‘pinkie promise?’
8.	times change therefore minds change therefore desires change therefore needs change therefore truth is all just an illusion?
9.	what is truth but an outdated concept created by the first prehistoric lawyer in order to feed his expanding insecurities (ego?)?
10.	why is everyone always fighting over me? asked the land—create your own space!


poem#3 (of sorts): untitled or idiot wind (see Bob Dylan’s same titled song)

treaty! treaty! treaty!
     sounds delicious

i disagree!
     sounds controversial

i agree!
     sounds fermented

treaties for everyone!
     treat yourself to a fresh treaty,

said the historical book
     as it opened ever so

slowly so all could see
     what mystery lay inside

but the nasty wind had
     other ideas and shut

the book down
     the pages flapping

flapping flapping
     ripping the promises 

from the hollowed spine
     at the base of the hopeless valley

lightning struck
     again

the same spot (again)
     the hallowed land burying

the remainders alongside the buffalo bones
     bison to be precise

and the divided land was
     reclaimed

born again, some said,
     wholly in the legal and rightful hands of

the guardians of holy books
     they had made

once upon a time
     but never read.


poem#4 (of sorts): leftovers

vroom! vroom! vroom!
     driving around the truth

& all that specious (spacious?) land
     for sale!

come and get it while it is
     still warm and breathing (and precious?)

beep! beep! get out
     of that spacious space

it’s been reserved 
     for a big beached

whale of a good time
     we’ll have

with-out you.

Friday Afternoon With London 


He’s trying to finish some stuff up,

On a Friday afternoon,

Another day at the virtual office,

Reports and budgets and emails and so on,

And he’s having a lot of trouble focusing,

Because London has been struggling to walk,

All day long,

And London hasn’t eaten anything,

Which means she hasn’t taken any medicine,

Which explains why she’s really hurting,

He wants to focus,

On his London,

Knowing that she’s unwell,

Makes his heart hurt,

So he decides to log off for the day,

And then he sits down on the ground,

Next to London’s fluffy pink bed,

So that he can give her some pets.



Rice Crackers


He’s picking up some groceries,

At the co-op,

Mostly shopping for himself,

But he’s also stocking up,

On tamari sesame rice crackers,

He’s been having trouble getting London,

To eat,

Which is a big problem,

Because he’s mixing the pain medication,

Into her food,

Which is the way it has to be done,

And London has been gobbling up,

These rice crackers recently,

So he picks up six packs,

He just wants her to be okay.



First Meal of the Day


He’s back home with London,

Preparing another meal for her,

She’s hardly eaten today,

This time he’s giving her some tuna,

Which is a special treat,

And some of those rice crackers she likes,

London looks at him patiently,

As he prepares her food,

Then he puts her bowl on the ground,

He’s filled with hope and anxiety,

If London eats,

The pain medication can do its thing,

He watches as she examines,

The bowl’s contents,

And then she starts eating,

Quickly and voraciously,

In a couple of minutes,

She’s eaten everything,

Licking the bowl now,

He’s so happy for this small win,

A little after 4pm,

And his daughter’s had,

Her first meal of the day.


Taylor Dibbert is a widely published writer, journalist, and poet. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset,” and the forthcoming poetry collection “Home Again.”

Happiness is…

 Happiness! This 4-letter word embodies all the virtues of the world.

   Everyone defines happiness differently.

 Happiness for someone:

 – to achieve a great career;

 – to have a car;

 -use of the latest model phone;

 – construction of a house on the ground floor;

 – to sit at the same table with high-ranking people – happiness!

   But at the moment there are few for some:

 -coming into this world;

 -seeing the sun in the early morning;

 – having breakfast with the family;

 – giving a smile;

 – looking forward to the release of the first book;

 – building a family, raising children, pampering grandchildren;

 – living in love among loved ones is happiness..!

  So, this sentence of the Hero of Uzbekistan Erkin Vahidov can fully reveal the sentence of happiness:

   What else is missing from you?

   Happiness in reality is to win!

   Not everyone is lucky,

   To breathe in the morning!

Nilufar Ruxillayeva, a 1st-level student of foreign language and literature at the Faculty of Foreign Philology of the National University of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulugbek. Argentina’s Juntos por las Letras, Egypt’s Creativity, Art, Culture Organization, India’s Iqra Fund Organization, India’s All Indian Council for  Organization of Technical Skill Development, Kyrgyz Union of Writers, Member of Kazakhstan “Double Wing” Writers Union, Council for Technical Skill Development, National Human rights and humanitarian federation, Glory Future Foundation member! Official guest of Stars international university conference!

Creative works: published in Great Britain, Uzbekistan, America, India, Turkey, Azerbaijan, Russia, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Moldavia and posted on the Internet!  She was awarded with a badge and “Letter of trust”.In addition, she participated in the 02.02.2023 issue of “Bekajon” newspaper with her biography!

Kavya Kishor is the winner of the best author category.
She is a practicing child of the “Ibrat” children’s project. The anthology HEART TO HEART was published and put on sale in Great Britain.  FM 101.3 broadcasts “A minute with literature” on Bukhara radio.

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      March 11, 2023