Atlantis

Grant her the trident 

with which to conjure up the sunken city,

the square and the compass

to calculate the diameters of the cerebral journey,

as her ark is bent on pursuing

the emerald of a charted symmetry.

Grant her the trident

with which to subdue the dragon

that had been long conceived

in the depth of her contaminated heritage,

as her crusade is bent on surmounting

the convolutions of a mental labyrinth.

Into the Abyss

It will take the seven oceans to cleanse the soiling of our souls,

to flush out the debris from our clogged pores,

to peel off the ugliness

that drapes our tarnished walls,

the soot, the mould.

There are no Charles Darneys in the real world,

a noble spirit that would sacrifice its life

to save a scapegoat’s,

that is plunging down into the abyss

once and for all.

A Visitation

In my world, there are no kings and queens,

hence the concept of monarchy is alien to me,

and this lack of interest

is not intended to manifest

any disrespect

for the royal sect.

In a dream, I descend a flight of ancient steps,

only to view a partly dilapidated wing

of a majestic building,

where I am told by a dark-skinned Usherer

I once had my own dwelling.

At the huge doorway, a young woman,

who wears a white, woolen hat

and a very beautiful shawl,

embraces me with tears of joy.  

The blueness of her eyes vies

with the azure of the skies.

In the morning, I start to wonder at the capacity of our dreams

to evoke people who have no presence in our reality,

but a year later a picture of the woman in her youth

appears on my timeline on Facebook.

I still ponder over what makes a monarch bid me goodbye

three days before she dies?

An Encounter II

I carry my dog five flights of stairs

four times a day,

and as I breathlessly mount the arduous steps

I say to Lucia “the sniper has not caught up with us yet,”

then I plant three kisses on her tiny, velvety head.

But don’t snipers prefer to maintain some distance

between themselves and their intended victims?

I resolve to ascertain this fact on the net

since this topic is still alien to my literary mindset!

Fragrance

Let me remind you that it’s the head that teems with scents,

not thy nostrils!

They only titillate its mucous for fleeting seconds,

or some lingering minutes,

but have a lasting impact upon your cerebral cells

for as long as you live.

Each scent has its own personal context

an emotional aura,

conjuring up the past

and whatever pertains to thy daily presence,  

a fragrant image

that brings to life all that is aesthetic

and hauntingly pleasant.

Empty Nest

One by one

baby birds began to fly

from underneath the fluffy down

of mama bird’s feathers.

They were snug and secure

from the elements.

The feeling was fleeting,

as a new world was daunting.

The birds grew and flew.

Snakeskin

The snake shed his skin

crawling through the grass.

He was traveling to see his next of kin,

with a little sass.

There was a rattle in the rocks.

His relatives were around the bend,

that’s how he knocks-

slithering into their den.

Art From a Hot Kiln

A fire-glazed smile

with alien eyes

pointing upward,

hoping to go home.

He was fired up to shine.

Art captured a moment

with a slanted view.

Mary Bone’s recent poetry can be found at Synchronized Chaos, 100 Sub Texts Magazine, Poetry Catalog, Literary Revelations, Ultramarine Literary Review and upcoming at Feed the Holy and eMerge Magazine.

Fly The Friendly Skies 

I was heading back to Tucson after I had made a Drug Run of eighty kilos of Cocaine to Sacramento. It was originally meant to be delivered to San Francisco but an earthquake of devastating proportion caused the destination to be changed. 

I finally boarded my flight to Phoenix after my stopover in Los Angeles.

Whenever traveling alone it seems I always get seated next to someone with some kind of annoying trait or disgusting habit. The incessant talkers that go on even after you express disinterest. There’s the drunks with an unpleasant attitude . Or those with body odor or with an excessive amount of cologne or perfume which is just as displeasing. Close talkers with bad breath. Others who pick their nose or clean out ear wax. Then they offer to shake hands with the one they just used to pick their nose. You get the idea. I do wonder if the person that gets seated next to me may find me annoying. I’m occasionally drunk, seldom stinky, borderline attractive, depending on the border and my demeanor couldn’t be classified as unpleasant. I am an absolute pleasure , how could anyone not enjoy an encounter with me? This time fate does me a solid and my traveling companion in Seat 12 A , the window seat on this flight to Phoenix, is not a beautiful woman but instead a scholarly looking fellow. His face is wrinkled, weathered and pocked, a testament to his many bouts with the challenges that life has thrown at him. As I sit down he uncaringly stuffs his jacket under the seat. He strokes his scraggly beard then pushes the call assistance light to summon the Flight Attendant. He stares at me with a blank expression not showing any emotion. It seems as though he’s sizing me up.

I notice the Flight Attendant coming toward us. She’s working her way up the aisle through the passengers still boarding, stashing their items in the overhead storage and searching for their seats.

“Good morning sir. How can I be of assistance?” She greets us in a melodic voice while reaching to turn off the call light.

” Well let me tell you that as soon as possible, I need three of those baby bottle sized Whiskeys you sell. No need for a glass, water or ice. Just the Whiskey and I don’t care what brand. And how about you there Pancho you want something? I’m buying.” The scholarly fellow asks.

“Sure , thanks. I’ll have a Whiskey as well in the baby bottle. It doesn’t matter which brand. ” I responded.

“I’m unable to serve you gentlemen before we depart but I will get your order as soon as we reach our cruising altitude and the pilot turns off the fasten seat belt sign.” She says.

“You need to know I am an alcoholic and must have my medication otherwise I can’t be held responsible for my actions. And Pancho here appears as though he may possibly suffer from the same affliction. How is it that I noticed when I first entered there were people enjoying cocktails up front there. What gives?” The self proclaimed dipsomaniac asks.

“Sir, that’s the First Class you’re in Coach. Those passengers pay extra for that privilege and service.” The waitress in the sky explained.

“So let me understand. I’m just second class and it all comes down to money? Another example of the inequality of Capitalism and it smells of bullshit! Do I appeal to the head of the Airline to protest this bourgeoisie oppression or would this be something you could possibly remedy? ” He says.

I am unable to hide my reaction from the humorous exchange and I begin to laugh. The attendant leaves hastily shaking her head in disgust although still with her smile. She returns moments later with six baby bottles of Scotch. 

“A gift from the Airline. My pleasure. And I know who you are, mister. So mind your manners. ” She warns.

” Thank you ever so much.You shall be generously rewarded by the Gods my dear. Ya see Pancho sometimes ya just have to kick the rules in the balls .”

I wasn’t offended or insulted with what some might consider a racist comment with the Pancho reference. There was no malice intent in his expression describing my ethnicity. Although I’ve always been under the impression that my appearance was more Italian than Mexican. The ball kicker hands me two bottles of scotch and keeps four for himself. One extra for him as commission for his effort he explains.

” So what’s your story Pancho? Everybody’s got a story, some just not as interesting as others. So what do you do? You a drug dealer or a crop picker on vacation? Are you in this country legally or are you one of those border jumpers?” He inquires.

“I don’t want to disappoint you but I am a Priest from Nogales ,Arizona. I just delivered donations of food and clothing to the earthquake victims in San Francisco. I’m headed back gotta work Bingo at the church tonight.” 

“Son of a bitch! Are you fucking feeding me a line of bullshit? I would have never guessed that even if I was clairvoyant. You should be wearing your Collar so you don’t catch people off guard. It’s not fair going undercover. So how’s that God fellow doin? Ya think he ever feels guilty about destroying people’s lives by his ruthless ungodly actions?

I think of his assholiness as quite a prick. It doesn’t matter he doesn’t exist anyway. Don’t want to offend you or your beliefs so I won’t give you my take on him or religion. Gonna have to wait until I’m drunk. Then ya can give me a Peso for my thoughts. Here’s to your Jesus and the rest of the fictitious characters in that Bible. And to all the religious fanatics as well . What a fairy tale ,a book of fables written by religious fanatics, numerous authors , interpreted by an unknown number of editors. Thrown together hundreds of years ago without any factual data. And with events stolen directly from other religions. I’d rather worship the spirit in these tiny bottles. At least I know it exists and it tells the truth.” He says raising his bottle in a toast that excludes me. So that was an example of him sparing my feelings by not expressing his opinion? I found it curious that he was concerned with possibly insulting my religious ideals but had no problem referring to me as Pancho. I truly liked this character. There was realism in his demeanor and a fire of wisdom burning in his eyes . His views no matter how socially or politically incorrect were sung and voiced without derogatory intent.

“So what do you have to say for yourself Mr. Dipsomaniac? You do anything else other than drink and give people a hard time? Are you a mean drunk? And what experience was so traumatic in your life that it resulted in you becoming an alcoholic as you refer to yourself? Another question, the Flight Attendant said she knew who you were. What did she mean? And…” He interrupts me.

“Hold on there Padre! I’m not one of your misguided flock that you can flog with your rosary and threaten omnipotent retribution for indiscretions. Just thought we would share philosophies on the complexity of women or maybe discuss a favorite or worst book you’ve read. I’m not much for sports or political issues. But you want to pick at my psyche, get personal, have me bare my naked soul and we haven’t even gotten off the ground. Not gonna happen Padre.” He speaks without taking a breath.

The airplane begins to make its way down the runway. We are thrusted into the cloudless sky as the ground below shrinks into minute images.

“It’s only the take offs and landings that rattle my nerves.” He says.

The fourth miniature bottle of Scotch meets with his lips and is emptied in one loud gulp. The aircraft levels off at the pilot’s designated altitude and the ding sounds indicating the fasten seat belt light has been turned off. Immediately after, he reaches once again for the Assistance Button and pushes at it with force.

“Gotta find our Angel of Mercy to stoke the fire. Ya ready for another there Padre?” My new best friend askes.

“No, I am just fine at the moment. I’ll wait it out till Phoenix , have a connecting flight to Tucson. They say if ya die in Tucson your soul will have to catch a connecting flight to heaven.” 

“Cute, not funny, just cute. And you can spare me your Reader’s Digest witticisms. Save them for the Bingo crowd. Have you always been a servant to your imaginary deity or was there a time when you cut loose? Understand what I’m getting at?” 

“Yes I understand and absolutely, I had an abundant supply of paint when I was younger with which I generously painted many a town red. However the time came around when I wrestled with the ” Better to serve in hell than Reign in heaven” quote. I concluded that I could become more useful as a Priest than as a party animal.” 

“Familiar with Milton I see.”

“Yes and with Voltaire, Moliere, Rousseau and the entire pack of howling Philosophers. The Beat Writers and Poets as well.” 

“Quite impressed there Padre Pancho. But I am starting to develop a severe case of doubt concerning you being a man of the cloth. In fact I don’t believe you are a Priest at all or for that matter a Catholic or even a Christian. Where the hell is the Attendant? I am drying out .” He says while looking down the aisle front and back. 

“Would you like me to fetch her for you?” 

“I see her in back there readying the drink wagon now. Guess I’ll have to ride out the drought.”

“Here take my other bottle, you need it more than I .” I offer.

He accepts my gift displaying a huge grin.

” I don’t care who the hell you are Padre, you’re okay in my book.”

I’m trying to figure out who this guy could be. He didn’t seem familiar to me at all. I was sure he wasn’t an actor or a famous musician. He couldn’t be a politician like a Senator or Representative. I was leaning toward the Arts, maybe a famous Painter or Film Director. Then it all became obvious to me who this character was and what he did. He was a writer, a famous Author. I had read a lot of his work of Transgressive Fiction. This guy had written a great number of books and was a celebrated poet as well. 

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Father Santiago. I’m enjoying our time together on this flight. You’re quite the character.” I said.

” Still going with the Father act huh? Well I’m not buying what you’re selling. So is it alright if I just call you Santiago?”

“Sure, Santiago will be just fine.”

As we shook hands he introduced himself. 

” Pleased to meet you Santiago. I’m Henry Chinaski. Henry Chinaski is my name. My one friend calls me Hank.”

” Okay Hank. I should have known.”

Judge Santiago Burdon

Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild: Cautionary Tales, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequila’s Bad Advice: Poetry With the Worm, Lords of the Afterglow: Renegades and Noblemen, Overdose of Destiny: Impulse Fiction, Architect of Havoc, A Charlatan’s Aphorisms: Junk Drawer Poetry.

Jeju

This is where the tangerines fell,

       the fruits that made my tummy blow up 

This is where I learned to ride a bike,

Downhill, no brakes, just me and my dad

This is where I got dirt under my nails 

       and I ran with no shoes  

This is where we ran until we fell 

       the waves were loud and big  

       the wind smells like fish

       and all my childhood memories sit

This is where I felt free.

       No one ever stopping me.

Warm Breeze 

A leaf falls softly from a tree 

It spins slowly 

Landing on the ground with the others 

Making a pile of red and brown 

An ant walks across the ground 

Carrying a crumb bigger than itself 

It works all day long 

Trying to bring food back to its home 

A bee flies from flower to flower 

It buzzes loudly in the air 

Helping plants grow strong and healthy 

A butterfly floats in the warm air

Spreading its beautiful wings

It lands on a flower for a moment 

But calmly drifts away 

A flower stands in the middle of the field 

As the smell of honey fills the atmosphere,

Its petals bloom 

It sways gently in the warm breeze

Sunlem and Bright

They hang on branches,

They are Sunlem and bright

They smell fresh and bitter 

They are like a small burst of summer.

They feel smooth and cool.

They ooze refreshing juice 

They taste sour at first 

They bring a little sweet at last 

They wake up the senses

They brighten every meal

Summer Kim is a student writer attending a school in New Jersey with a love for quiet stories, late-night journaling, and the rhythm of well-crafted sentences. Her work explores memory, identity, and the small moments that shape us. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading contemporary poetry and walking through the woods.

glacier as existentialist:

a glacier

doesn’t seek a form

it is one

so too the valley it carved

the mountains it ripped

the sky it deepens

day and night

dripping itself into

its own coffin

Brooks Lindberg lives in the Pacific Northwest. Several of his poems appear here, in Synchronized Chaos. Others appear frequently in The Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash, and elsewhere.

Challenges in the Development of Wellness Tourism in Uzbekistan and Their Solutions

Jumaniyozova Nazokat Olim qizi
2nd-year Student, Tourism and Hospitality Program

Abstract: This article is devoted to addressing the challenges and shortcomings in the development of wellness tourism in our country and to identifying solutions for creating more favorable conditions for visitors. At present, numerous wellness facilities are operating nationwide, each with its own particular focus and methods of treatment. Despite the abundance of natural healing resources available in Uzbekistan, the sector remains underdeveloped, and even where progress has been made, consumers often lack sufficient access to information. In this article, we will examine the problems faced by wellness tourism and discuss potential solutions. In addition, we will review some of the most prominent wellness centers in our country.

Keywords: Wellness tourism, sanatoriums, statistical data, resources, infrastructure, innovative technologies.

In this article, we focus on wellness facilities. But what exactly are wellness facilities? They are defined as medical-recreational establishments that provide services aimed at restoring and strengthening health, preventing and treating illnesses, as well as offering opportunities for rest and relaxation.

Below, we highlight some of the existing problems in wellness tourism and their possible solutions:

• Outdated infrastructure (in certain sanatoriums).
• Insufficient advertising and information for foreign tourists.
• Low qualification of staff (massage therapists, physiotherapists, guides).
• Absence or malfunction of online booking systems.
• Weak integration among regional tourism clusters.
• Treatment methods that do not fully meet modern standards.
• Imbalance between pricing and service quality.

For instance, the problem of outdated infrastructure stems from the fact that many sanatoriums were built in the 1980s–1990s and no longer meet contemporary requirements. Similarly, even well-developed facilities are often poorly promoted, meaning that foreign visitors remain unaware of them. The shortage of qualified personnel—especially therapists and service staff—represents another critical challenge. A further issue is the lack of effective online booking systems. For example, if one wishes to visit a sanatorium, it is often impossible to check room availability in advance, which may cause significant inconvenience upon arrival. Additionally, regional tourism clusters tend to function in isolation, with little cooperation among sanatoriums located within the same area.

Below, we can observe some of the wellness facilities available in our country:

№	Wellness Facility	Location	Brief Description	Contact Number
1	Omonkhona Balneological Sanatorium	Boysun District	Specializes in balneotherapy; beneficial for dermatological and musculoskeletal conditions.	+97 530 29 63
2	Chortoq Sanatorium	Chortoq District	A balneological and climatic resort; offers therapeutic mud and baths with thermal mineral waters.	+69 412 64 44
3	Chimyon Sanatorium	Fergana District	Provides treatment for cardiovascular, pulmonary, neurological, and musculoskeletal disorders.	+90 390 49 47
4	Zomin Sanatorium	Zomin District	Specializes in the treatment of respiratory and neurological diseases.	+95 503 71 35
5	Sitorai Mokhi-Khosa Sanatorium	Bukhara City	A historic healing complex renowned for its therapeutic environment.	0-365 228 50 66

Proposed solutions to existing challenges:

• Modernization and technological re-equipment of sanatoria.
• Development of a dedicated marketing platform for wellness tourism (vlogs, websites, mobile applications).
• Promotion of wellness tourism among the local population to encourage the growth of domestic tourism.
• International cooperation through knowledge exchange with wellness centers in Russia, Kazakhstan, and China.
• Training of cross-disciplinary specialists combining expertise in both medicine and tourism.
• “All-in-one” packages integrating sanatorium services with excursions, dining, and transportation.
• Interactive QR code–based promotional materials (individual videos and content for each sanatorium).
• Integration of eco-tourism with wellness tourism (e.g., “Zomin-Eco + Sanatorium” combined experiences).

At present, significant work is being carried out to overcome the existing challenges. These sites are not only wellness destinations but also serve as eco-tourism hubs.

Conclusion: In this article, we have discussed the wellness facilities operating in Uzbekistan and examined possible solutions to the challenges they face. Tourism in our country is developing rapidly, and sanatoria and recreational centers are making a significant contribution to this growth. Consequently, special attention is being paid to this sector, and both the number and quality of wellness facilities are steadily increasing.

References:

1. Decree of the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan, No. PQ–5052 (April 5, 2021) – On the Strategy for the Development of Tourism.
2. T.T. Saydaliyev. Fundamentals of Tourism. Textbook. Tashkent, 2021.
3. Official website of the Tourism Committee of the Republic of Uzbekistan – www.uzbektourism.uz
4. International articles on wellness tourism – World Health Tourism Reports, 2022.
5. World Health Organization (WHO) – www.who.int
6. Ministry of Tourism and Cultural Heritage press releases – (uzbektourism.uz > News).
7. State Committee on Statistics of the Republic of Uzbekistan – www.stat.uz
8. Uzbekistan Medical Tourism, analytical article – www.medicaltourism.com.uz
9. Feruza Umarova. “Prospects for Wellness Tourism in Uzbekistan.” Research article, 2023.
10. United Nations World Tourism Organization (UNWTO) – www.unwto.org

Jumaniyozova Nazokat Olim kyzy was born in Toprakkale district of Khorezm region. Currently I am a 2nd year student of the Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy of the Surkhandarya region in the direction of tourism and hospitality. 

“My radiant homeland, Uzbekistan! The land of devotees like Mahmudkhoja Behbudiy, Fitrat and Cho’lpon. My bright land, where faith and Islam are my constant companions, my Uzbekistan. I am proud to be a lover of such a country, and I am also proud that our Hazrat Jadids, who endured all difficulties for the happiness and prosperity of this country and sacrificed their lives to lead the Motherland from darkness to light, are my ancestors!

O’g’iloy Bunyodbekovna Muhammadjonova. Born on September 11, 2010, in Qo’rg’ontepa district, Andijan region, into an intellectual family. Currently a 9th-grade student at School No. 5 (IDUM). Due to her interest in poetry, she regularly writes poems.

Her Achievements:

*   President of the Self-Governance Body of School No. 5 (IDUM)

*   Host of the school’s radio broadcasts

*   Host of the “Yulduzli Tabrik” project

*   Holder of over 15 international certificates

*   Youth Ambassador of the Wakelet Community in Uzbekistan

*   Member of the “Young Reformers” Council

*   Qo’rg’ontepa District Volunteer

*   Winner of district and regional essay competitions