Synchronized Chaos Mid-July 2023: Enmeshed Existence

No one is an island, as poet John Donne reminds us. We all exist within a unique network of relationships and environmental conditions. This issue explores how we co-create our lives in conjunction with our surroundings.

Photo c/o Vera Kratochvil

Z.I. Mahmud explores some of Donne’s works in his analytical look at a selection of British and Indian books addressing (among other themes) social justice and colonialism.

Mark Young also considers our cultural heritage in his narrative essays on how he has responded to various notable works of art and literature.

In a cultural analysis in keeping with the issue’s theme, Christopher Bernard concludes his essay “What’s Wrong with Liberalism.” In this essay, he claims that an unbalanced exaltation of personal liberty above all other social values underlies both neoliberalism and progressivism and paradoxically leads to increasing restrictions of freedom, extreme inequalities of wealth and power, and a sense of loss of control by voters and citizens over the political order as a whole.

Mark Murphy’s poetry also urges humans in industrialized societies to think beyond the pursuit of our own freedoms. We need to ask why we are taking actions that ravage the natural world and indigenous peoples and whether our planet’s future is inevitable.

Photo c/o Lynn Greyling

Jaylan Salah interviews Mel Eslyn on the new film Biosphere which deconstructs toxic masculinity and environmental mismanagement through humor and camaraderie. Mykyta Ryzhykh speculates on who we’re becoming and where we’re trying and failing to find nourishment in an alienating modern techno-age.

Sayani Mukherjee’s poetic speaker asserts that she’s retreating from human politics to discuss the important subject of nature. On the other hand, Elmaya Jabbarova mixes the two topics in her patriotic call to live noble and sustainable lives.

Don Bormon’s piece revels in the fruitfulness of the rainy season and new growth in his native Bangladesh.

Aklima Anthi speaks to a complex, wounded, but unconditional relationship to nature. Duane Vorhees’ poetry mourns lost wildness and wilderness. Noah Berlatsky speculates on our genetic and physical linkage with jellyfish.

Kushal Poddar looks at our relationship to nature on a small scale, everyday encounters with insects and geese. Isabel Gomes de Diego sends us natural scenes of snow, forests, and beaches while Daniel De Culla does the same from a closer vantage point: thistles and trees.

Photo c/o Alex Borland

Jonathan Butcher crafts scenes of curated natural and human-built environments, probing memory and decay. Jim Meirose’s story soundscape creates the atmosphere of an archaeological dig. J.D. Nelson’s subterranean haikus let readers glimpse bits of the world, like a child jumping up to a high window. Henry Bladon renders the noise and sounds of a city as music, bending the 90s and today into a dream. Alan Catlin joins words and cultural phrases together into a branching flow of meaning and consciousness while Channie Greenberg’s lines of different shapes illustrate a creative union between natural and technologically inspired aesthetics.

Azemina Krehic offers up a passionate love poem to the stars. Staring up at the moon inspires Mesfakus Salahin’s piece. Slava Konoval creates a poetic romance between lightning and thunder, while also speaking to the Russian invasion of Ukraine.

Gustavo Galliano envisions a pandemic that mutates both the planet and human thinking. Graciela Noemi Villaverde denounces war and other violence against children and families.

Jerry Langdon makes that point more personal, illustrating the destructiveness of obsession with power, how it disintegrates a personality.

Many writers address destructive and constructive intimate personal relationships.

Photo c/o Gerd Altmann

Chimezie Ihekuna explores the problems that arise in a marriage when people bring unresolved issues and irresponsible behavior into the relationship. Romantic feelings are not always enough to make things work.

Feruza Abdullaeyva describes the pain caused by a friend’s selfishness, while Richard LeDue mourns the slow death of fading love. J.J. Campbell’s speaker’s memories are interspersed with reflections on aging and the pain of loss and loneliness.

Bill Tope reminisces about a wild 1960s road trip where danger and adventure lurk beneath the surface. Some of the peril comes from fair-weather friends.

In contrast, Mahbub Alam writes of steady and nourishing emotional connections, and Annie Johnson honors a relationship that has grown and deepened over many years. Jasna Gugic illuminates the explicit and implicit connections among lovers.

Yike Zhang evokes a ethereal, intense, and transcendent love while Maja Milojkovic seeks authentic human connection rather than the illusions of empty religious practice. Czarina Daltiles writes of human striving, how the desire for accomplishment drives many of us, yet perhaps our greatest joys are simply being able to share little moments with our loved ones.

Image c/o Monica Stawowy

John Edward Culp expresses a natural and easy connection between friends, while Emina Delilovic-Kevric captures a simple and calm domestic scene. Santiago Burdon humorously details an encounter where two strangers see through each other’s subterfuge and bare their souls to each other on a plane. Steven Bruce relates a humorous memory of finding grace in everyday awkwardness.

Jasmina Ortikova encourages us to look to the past and honor our elders. Nozima Gofurova pays tribute to those who have helped her achieve, personally and academically.

Some other contributors focus on an individual person, while still clearly illustrating that the outside world shapes who they are.

Image c/o Lynn Greyling

In Obirija Joshua’s poem, he reflects on his place in the world on his birthday, guided by his grandmother’s prayers. Sayifov Botirali extols the importance of education and personal development, while Mohinur Murodova highlights some women’s contributions to science, technology, engineering, and mathematics.

Bella Angel Douglas outlines the experience of carrying the emotional pain of rejection, while Vern Fein’s work touches on the circumstances of life and death, what gives our lives meaning and dignity.

Finally, Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa reminds us that life is short and we should make the most of the time we have on the earth.

Poetry from John Edward Culp

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    Time Space  for  a
         thought of Place 

    for I am where my Heart 
would tend 
     & Your join in Truth
As Our Hearts thought Blend

    I would talk on Yesterdays 
  gone  by
for what happens then 
  just  moves  Me
 
 Then you're there 
     & We can acknowledge 
               A hint  of trials 

    to dissolve like Candy

  Too Sweet to just ignore. 

   I like what You've Done 
         with  it .

I've forgotten  the  path 
 & need only your Hand 
    from time  to  time 
Where Space  is  a
    thought  of  Place

for I Am  where my Heart 
   Would tend 
& your join in truth  as  Our
 Hearts thought Blend

            Friend. 

                                                      ...........




by  John Edward Culp 
        May 11, 2019

Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Middle aged South Asian man with black hair and reading glasses and a brown coat and white collared shirt and green tie.

Love, The World’s Shape

Love, the box possesses every heart

That switches on the light to walk

The way for laugh

Only can relieve the pain in heart

And for this healing prescription

You can find not a single doctor to sign with

The world is structured round with the shape of heart

Every object serves for each other

Cheers in the bubble

Not to be lost, glints on all the time

Love conquers mountain, ocean or the sky

Its sigh reaches so high, unimaginable

Felt in the eyes

By closing them, blooms the glory.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh

11 July, 2023

My Little Love Bird

You are my little love bird

Fly always in my heart

Sit by me on the couch

Talk and look at the face

Cuddling and fondling each other

We live in the same

And dream for the light

Keep us aloof from death

Always living in the love soul

You are my little love bird

Always fly in my heart.

Chapainawabganj,  Bangladesh

12 July, 2023

Poetry from Don Bormon

Don Bormon

Rainy Season

Rainy season is a season of rain.

It makes the nature green.

It is the season of freshness.

It comes after the summer’s hotness.

It is the second season of Bangladesh.

It fills up the nature with happiness.

In this season the animals,

Enjoy the water of rain drops.

When the rain drops fall on the trees,

They fill them with green.

The birds play in the water.

Then the happiness gathers.

Many types of fruits, ripe in this season.

Jack-fruit, mango, blackcurrant, pineapple etc.

Many types of flowers bloom their fragrance.

That makes more beautiful the season.

When the water drops fall on the road,

It makes bright in the sun.

Sometimes, the too much rainfalls

Clogs the way for people’s movement

In a day of rainy season,

I was sitting beside a window.

I saw that rain drops are falling.

And the children are playing.

Then I can’t stop at home.

I went out

And started playing with them.

Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

Poetry from Aklima Ankhi

Light skinned woman in a tan headscarf with lace and jewelry and a pink top. She's standing out under some trees.
Aklima Ankhi

The Quilt of Clay

(Dedicated to my parents) 

Believe me, Earth

I have come here only to love you.

Sit down on the cooling mate of confidence. 

I fan you slowly for calm down.

Broken nose by the kick has the power of moving air.

Great soul beat is in the ribs.

Piercing thorn on legs can walk shedding blood.

Although  eyes acts blindly has a little eyesight.

There is no distaste in outspoken tongue. 

Earth, how much reassurance of competency

you need to love you!

Believe me earth, I have come here to love you only.

Illiterate wood craftsman who is irresistible lover from whom has taken the first lesson of love.

His beloved has taken knit stitch artistic flower of love with her generous skillful hands.

Earth, believe me or not

In my life lessons, have learned to love you.


Aklima Ankhi, poet, storyteller and translator from Cox’sbazar, Bangladesh. Born in Mymensingh, Bangladesh. She has a published collection of poetry named “Guptokothar Shobdochabi” written in Bangla. She is a postgraduate in English Literature. As a profession, she is a Lecturer in English.           

Poetry from Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

Older light skinned Filipina woman with brown hair and earrings and a necklace and a floral blouse. She's standing in front of a refrigerator.
Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa

Upon My Journey

Let not my silent steps resonate

With the sounds that strikes make

Upon the huge cold metal bell

That mourns the loneliness of hell

Let not crisp paper bills abound

In red envelope with gold seal round

For the greed of thieves shall hound

My shell before it joins the ground

Let not the flickers of candlelight

Illuminate my farewell so bright

Lies and deceits hide my plight

Incantations that blind with fright

Upon my journey secretly depart

Shed no tears as my soul will start

Travel beyond, our path trails apart

Born alone, I leave you my heart.

Time is Irrelevant

To bloom after the sun has risen

To wither before the sun can set

A glory that never even have seen

The beauty of sunrise nor sunset

So little time for flower to have fame

Time is irrelevant, worth is the same.

Lilian Dipasupil Kunimasa was born January 14, 1965, in Manila Philippines. She has worked as a retired Language Instructor, interpreter, caregiver, secretary, product promotion employee, and private therapeutic masseur. Her works have been published as poems and short story anthologies in several language translations for e-magazines, monthly magazines, and books; poems for cause anthologies in a Zimbabwean newspaper; a feature article in a Philippine newspaper; and had her works posted on different poetry web and blog sites.

She has been writing poems since childhood but started on Facebook only in 2014. For her, Poetry is life and life is poetry. Lilian Kunimasa considers herself a student/teacher with the duty to learn, inspire, guide, and motivate others to contribute to changing what is seen as normal into a better world than when she steps into it. She has always considered life as an endless journey, searching for new goals, and challenges and how she can in small ways make a difference in every path she takes. She sees humanity as one family where each one must support the other and considers herself as a voice for Truth in pursuit of Equality and proper Stewardship of nature despite the hindrances of distorted information and traditions.

Poetry from Emina Delilovic-Kevric

White woman reclines at an angle reading a book outside in the snow near trees. She's in a colorful sweater and mittens.
Emina Delilovic-Kevric

Blue Rain

Restless neighborhoods bathed in blue rain

A man puts chickens in a coop

The dog is barking loudly

The wife soothes the children before bed

I think about us

We live far away

It’s warm in the bosom

You are the spirit I embrace

I’m dying to give you a name.

Emina Đelilović-Kevrić (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) After studying the b/h/s (bosnian/croatian/serbian) language and literature at the Philoshopical Faculty in Zenica she got her master’s degree on the subject „Memory construction in the South Slavic interlinear community: typical models of the war camp experience in literature“. She is the author of the poetry collection „ This time without history“ and the short stories collection „ Erased lives“. Her collection of poems „ My son and I“ is awarded by the Publishing Foundation of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2021. In 2022 she won the second place in the international literature competition „ Isnam Taljić“. She is the winner of the second award for the best short story of the regional literature competition „Zija Dizdarević“ 2022, and she won the first place on international literature competition „Nastavi priču“. 2023. she won a third place on international poetry competition „Ossi di Seppia“ Italy.