Poetry from Mesfakus Salahin

South Asian man with reading glasses and red shoulder length hair. He's got a red collared shirt on.
Mesfakus Salahin

Eyes

When l see your eyes, l see heaven

l forget worldly life 

All the sufferings turn into happiness

Pain becomes a fountain of love

All the dreams bow down at your sight

l fly away where love flies 

I search myself 

My ‘myself’ loses identity

Your eyes try to hide yourself

Your ‘yourself’ sing the song of love

I woke up in your heart

My heart blooms becoming a flower

Your smiles make a river

I float there everymoment

I get the fragnenc of existence

That removes thirstiness of world.

I touch your soul through the blue eyes

It is constant to me.

Poetry from Jacques Fleury

Comfort Zone 

by Jacques Fleury


“A comfort zone is a beautiful place but nothing ever grows there.”-anonymous




Two men are stuck together 

under the subway in the dark,
One man says to the man next to him 

“Since we’re gonna be stuck here together, 

we might as well have some banter…

so what’s your name” the black man 

asks the white man standing next to him
The white man responds,
“My name is Klearly  White…”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. White,  

My name is Klearly Black”
” So… Do you identify as white?” Mr. Black  asks…

 “No, I’m just a spirit inside a white body . ..
How about you? Do you identify as black?” Mr. White asks,

“No, I too am just a soul inside a black body” says  Mr Black,
“So now what?”  Mr. White asks,
“I have an idea! Why don’t you tell me more about what makes you you? 

Tell me something about your humanity….”  says Mr. Black,

“Hmmm” Mr. White tilts his head in thought then says,
“I love walking in the woods, I love being one with nature…”
” What a coincidence!” Mr. Black says  excitedly,   

“Me too! Perhaps we can go for walks together during comfortable weather…”
“Sounds good…” says Mr. white “Let’s exchange phone numbers…”
” Sounds good…” says Mr. black
Then, suddenly the lights come back on 

with one big swoosh and the train sliding doors part open
The two men say their goodbyes then walk

     their separate ways… 

        One went North, the other went South…

Attn: Updated Bio:

Young adult Black man with short shaved hair, a big smile, and a suit and purple tie.
Jacques Fleury

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured and internationally published Haitian American poet, theater reviewer, educator, author of numerous books of essays, reviews, fiction, poetry and literary arts student through Harvard University. He was chosen among over 4, 000 competitors from 83 countries as the Recipient of the International Naji Naaman Literary Prize for Creativity (2026) and a Certificate of Participation for his “…esteemed contribution of poetry to the anthology Water: The Source of Life (Volume IV) presented by La Fenetre De Paris. 

Silhouetted figure leaping off into the unknown with hand and leg raised. Bushes and tree in the foreground, mountains ahead. Book is green and yellow with black text and title.
Jacques Fleury’s book You Are Enough: The Journey Towards Understanding Your Authentic Self

It’s Always Sunrise Somewhere and Other Stories among other titles are available at all Massachusetts public libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, Wyoming University, Askews and Holts Library Services, the leading library supply specialist in the United Kingdom, The MIT Press Bookstore, The Harvard Bookstore and the oldest poetry bookstore in America: The Grolier Poetry Book Shop (est. 1927)  has hosted great American poets E. E. Cummings and Alen Ginsberg and online bookstores worldwide such as Bookshop dot com, amazon etc…

Poetry from Danijela Ćuk

LET PEACE LIVE — EXTINGUISH THE WARS

Let us all stand for peace across the earth,

let every shadow cast by war lose worth,

let every child enjoy a childhood bright,

let every soul both give and feel love’s light.

Must darkness triumph through another’s spite?

Must goodness fade and yield without a fight?

Do not touch peace, let it forever thrive;

why should the innocent pay so others’ hate survives?

No war has ever brought true good to humankind,

not in the past, nor now, nor in the days we’ll find;

nor will it bring a better dawn tomorrow’s way,

so let us guard the sun that lights each newborn day.

The innocent were never meant to bear the cost,

nor shed blood-stained tears for ambitions dark and lost;

this weary world is thirsty, hungry still for peace,

while people wage their wars and life’s brief moments cease.

People, cease creating wars that choke the human soul,

for they can tear down walls of love that once stood whole;

you entered this world with empty hands, unclothed and free,

and empty-handed you shall leave,why sow such misery?

Do not strike against one another,

do not become servants of the dark and suffer;

serve love and peace throughout the earth instead,

and never steal a single child’s bright years ahead.

Let peace live on, extinguish every war,

do not hate, do not judge, do not wound anymore;

be truly human,what is power worth in the end?

Without it you arrived, without it you shall transcend.

Danijela Ćuk

Croatia

Poetry from Soumen Roy

PAEAN

I am here 

I will be here 

Now and forever 

An omnipotent name with its sweetest nectar 

They will come and pass by 

The forlorn chair will read the debonair 

Speaking of my love in splashes of seasons  

In the song of the cuckoo 

In the heart of an oasis 

In the shade of the green

In the hues of a skeleton

There sings the rain, wiping the sore of exhaustion 

And the brewing coffee, comforting the cold 

There remains abandonment in an unrecognizable darkness 

And I set myself free on the other side of the window 

The dove flies here with dust of gold 

And the sun kisses my heart before I sleep this night 

The morning sings its eternal notes 

And I continued to dwell in its sheer brilliance 

Nothing has gone, then or ever 

Everything is there, reflecting in its unique chapter.

FLORA AND FAUNA 

Life was never so beautiful as it is now 

Now in this very moment 

In this stillness 

Silent yet full of foam 

Completely detached, being sure of the fruits to come 

When I chose to forgive my own 

Suppressed in agony of unfulfilled desires

It no more fears 

Just a gentle nudge saying it’s okay 

It’s okay to live in this present

So beautiful, like never before when stuff was chased 

Now a celebration that soothes me within 

With peace and contentment 

There smiles the dew over my green this morning 

Singing an ode to the flora and fauna

Poetry from Mark Young

Shanty

The mercantile marine sweeps in on

the wings of song — more specific-

ally an a cappella rendition of “Blow

the Man Down” by the crews of a

thousand ships as they hoist their 

sails in a joint operation, so power-

ful it threatens to blow the place a-

part. No need for famous faces here.

polygraphic night sweats

Linguistic dexterity is often 

accompanied by special fats 

found mainly in fish, other

seafood, nuts, & seeds. Words 

that are learned at a later age

are rarely used in daily con-

versation. The fifth basic taste 

is gummies for erectile dys-

function. Long time no see.

Escalator etiquette

Stand on the right, pass

on the left — unless, of

course, you’re in Australia

or New Zealand where

the sides are switched.

Don’t go down the up

escalator, though going

up on the down is okay

if you’re trying to lose

weight & you keep your

knees high.

             Don’t try to take

an elephant onto an esca-

lator, especially when it’s

traveling up. Chihuahuas 

are fine, maybe even an 

ocelot; but an elephant,

especially an African sav-

anna elephant whose tusks 

curve outward, is likely to

take a lot of fellow travelers

with it in a direction they

weren’t intending to go.

There’s no point farting on

an escalator & casting

accusing looks at the people

around. Might work in an

elevator, but here you’re

only going to offend a sing-

le person if they’re a couple

of steps below you & they’ll

know it was you, anyway.

Don’t tailgate. Keep a couple

of steps between you & the

person in front, & hope they’re

not farters. & if there’s room,

then it’s perfectly fine to pass.

holla at me lata 

Fifty is the new
forty. In the
legendary tradition
of the game show,
calorie & heart rate
monitors are the
only vocabulary
you need. That
& the fact that the
only real mistake
you can make is
to wear a strapless
Jason Wu dress in
a creamy chiffon
with a pair of
off-white shoes.

A line from Paul Revere

According to a top Face-

book executive who came

down immediately after a

mind-numbing high, you 

can fly to the other end 

of the earth & it still 

looks like New Orleans & 

the Sugar Bowl Regatta. 

Essay from Jernail S. Anand

Older South Asian man with a beard, a deep burgundy turban, coat and suit and reading glasses and red bowtie seated in a chair.
Dr. Jernail S. Anand

CHECKING CRIME: WOMAN AS A STABILIZING FACTOR FOR THE FAMILY

Women are a great stabilizing factor in the family. It is because they are loyal to the home, and they are also committed to their kids. Men may deviate from these duties, but a woman never takes her eyes away from her children. If a woman wants that the man she marries should have property, it is less because of her own protection and more because she is trying to secure the future of her offspring.  The idea of home making is integral to the vision of being a woman, not only giving birth to kids, and giving them good education –but also giving them a stable home. 

It is a common passion among working women too, who have to stretch themselves too far, to work outside, and then, look for the comfort of the family members too.  These days, reacting to the need of the fast households, there are companies like Zomato and Swiggy who provide food items, saving the women from the arduous work in the kitchen, yet these options are not easy. They provide food cooked for business purposes, and eaten without any sense of love or attachment. It is just to satisfy the hunger, reducing the act of eating to a mere physical activity. 

We forget that like air that we breathe in, and water on which we live, food too has around it an aura of divinity. We must thank the elements for the food that is available to us. But, this sense of thankfulness is departing. Readymade foodstuffs leave a layer of toxicity, not only in the stomach, but also in our minds. The members of the household remain under stress, or suffer from the malfunctioning of the body parts. This is food stuff, not food. Perhaps, it is time we understand what it means to cook, and what it means to eat with passion and desire. 

It is important to look at the criminal side of the story. In the parlance of the law, it is said that all the conflicts arise from three things: Jar [wealth] Joru[Wife] Zameen[Land]. I think that in a home, where women are not present, or where their prime position is undermined, an environment of instability and mental depravity is created. All the criminals who are seen at work with gangsters are people, who have no families, and who quench their urges by going to the red light areas, or they have keeps, who are after their money.   

The birth of a daughter even in the family of a gangster sets him thinking.  There are men who are running around the wedlock for the extra marital, or even for wealth creation through ulterior means, but women often stop them from these activities, and, in turn,  get beaten up. Although it is an event from a film, Naam Shabana, but the incident is worth quoting. Shabana’s, [played Tapsi Pannu,   father was a drunkard, and an evil character, who would come home and beat his wife black and blue. Shabana had actually killed her father, trying to save her mother from his bashing. It happens and crime burgeons where men do not listen to the women, who want a life of stability. 

I am talking of this stabilizing impact of a woman in the family who loves her offspring, and wants her man to keep away from drugs and drinks, and even from red light areas. They have a preservative mind set. And they suffer, when they confront their menfolk, because men, in the patriarchal society, threaten them with divorce. They are silenced. But, try to impart their values to their sons and daughters. I wonder if I have reason to believe that all that is good, beautiful and lasting, in society has something to do with the presence of the woman.  

Apart from what is happening in our society as a result of financial dislocation of families, and the evils of capitalism and materialism affecting the wedlock, those who go for marriage go for a life of steady relationship. And, if a daughter is born, it gives greater stability to the home. If we want to curb the bane of corruption and crime in our society, the most important institution that needs to be strengthened is family, love and faith. 

Dr. Jernail S. Anand, with 200 books to his credit [19 epics] is a Chandigarh-based top-ranking presence in the contemporary world literature, a polymath, and a vital architect of the 21st century ethical literature whose seminal work ‘Lustus: The Prince of Darkness’ challenges the moral complacency of our era.  Founding President of the International Academy of Ethics, and Laureate of Charter of Morava [Serbia], Seneca [Italy], Franz Kafka [Germany, Ukraine, Czeck Rep] and Maxim Gorky [Russia] Soka Ikeda and Mahakavi Bharati (India) Awards, his name is inscribed on the Poets’ Rock in Serbia. [Email: anandjs55@yahoo.com]

Review of J.J. Campbell’s new collection To Live Your Dreams

J.J. Campbell’s new collection To Live Your Dreams is a collection of raw, emotional, and often dark expressions of life, love, loneliness, and despair.

His speaker often feels disconnected and isolated, describing themselves as “broken” and struggling with feelings of loneliness. Many poems express a sense of disappointment and disillusionment with life, love, and relationships, which are often fleeting and precarious. In “the twilight,” “love is like juggling hand grenades…you hope the people are entertained and the pin never comes out.”

The speaker frequently uses self-deprecating humor and acknowledges their own flaws and shortcomings. The lack of capitals and punctuation in the poems, and the non-rhyming, understated, free-verse narrative help to convey the speaker’s raw pain and humility. They also frequently use dark humor and irony to cope with emotions and experiences, including trauma and abuse they have survived. In an attempt to snatch a smidgen of hope from a barren life, he fantasizes about “being shot while getting rejection letters in the mail,” and in “count the seconds,” he recollects “explaining being molested again/to a group of people who never wanted the truth.” Finally, in a moment perhaps familiar to many writers who mine the well of their own sufferings, he reflects, “she liked my poetry/which is a sign something was up.”

Despite the speaker’s struggles, they often express a deep and touching desire for human connection and understanding. In “the one,” he reflects on a tenuous long-distance romance, suggesting with a tinge of tragicomic hope that “maybe this silly thing called love/will take care of everything.” Hope can spring eternal in a person’s heart, and we hope that he finds his way to peace and connection, one way or another. The collection’s title itself can be taken in multiple ways: while he has not yet “lived his dreams,” the fact that he still has dreams, that he can still hope despite his past and present struggles, becomes poignant and beautiful in itself.

Community and love are two-way streets, though, and perhaps reaching out to others who are struggling in similar ways could help him to find purpose and friendship. It’s clear that he’s not the only one in his situation, as he mentions support groups, counseling, and encounters with others on dating sites who seem equally broken and lonely.

In to live your dreams, J.J. Campbell offers a glimpse into his speaker’s complex and often troubled inner world. Overall, these poems convey a sense of raw emotion, vulnerability, and introspection.

J.J. Campbell’s to live your dreams is available from Whiskey City Press here.