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You may also have recently noticed a conspicuous trend in an absolute surge of Netflix recommendations on your scroll or in your email box of content exploring plots of false allegations, frame jobs, deceitful accusers. Perhaps you can take a wild guess as to why that might be. No doubt it has at minimum a small something to do with an exponential hum of suggestion, implication, speculation, prevalent whispers, which has steadily increased in volume and urgency over the course of our lifetime, indeed has been exponentially, incrementally ramping up since our grandparents’ day, hell since before the talkies in the silent film era, back to the rosicrucian cavorting of Francis Bacon, until the shrill shrieking of pleas for justice, begging for prosecutions, wailing for the lost, raging for those who might still be saved has reached a veritably deafening fever pitch which threatens to drone out our ability to function as an organized society, and our willingness most pressingly to surrender selves dutifully, forego privacy and autonomy willingly thanks to a prevailing faith in the functionality of this farcical machine we inhabit and make for insignificant cogs in, but which lacking the cumulative combination of contributing blood and labor and their equivalency defined via capital the great mill stone ceases its requisite grinding, and that they cannot allow. So until we might be less expensively replaced by sex dolls, human dolls, artificial girlfriend experiences, until Boston Dynamics can replicate a suitably sniveling and groveling serf and a compliant, adaptable hostess, Bill Gates will have to keep his mosquito legions nominally in check. But those celebrities, politicians, movie stars, musicians, comedy writers, late night hosts, book club paragons, most of them have done things unsavory. Not the acts you thought couldn’t get any worse. Outrages ripped from the pages of the Brothers Grimm. From Edgar Allen Poe. From H. P. Lovecraft. From Stephen King most especially. 

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And despite your best attempts to dismiss and disregard you’re going to start hearing about it. You likely have begun hearing about it, and shall in time know more than you’d like to. And that’s not all. Because to further muddle and confuse matters, you may begin to discover that a handful of the most egregious preexisting assumptions of guilt you have spent years processing and reconciling yourself with were in fact among the vanishingly slim, nearly non-existent fraction of a percent of false allegations, of frame jobs, of deceitful hired accusers. This one in a thousand it’s important to recognize, who are laughably, preposterously, outlandishly overrepresented in media, yet in their actual cases (watch for this, and review with bias of hindsight as more illustrations slowly come to light) are presumed guilty immediately without due process, are vilified and smeared far and wide, are the subject of elaborate campaigns and prominent ‘documentary’ programming, of tabloid savaging and wholesale ostracism by the culture and its reining authorities. Now, when a universally revered daughter-marrying pedophilia advocate and enthusiast for consumption of human flesh can keep attracting a-list talent and producing laureled films, garnering the most prestigious honors (and on a parallel track political iterations receive standing ovations for their barbarousness, and have streets and libraries named after them) one wonders how such a permissive and accepting (of profound malevolence at least) industry could so roundly and definitively turn on, condemn and abandon a comrade no more guilty than the rest of their despicable club, while giving a pass in perpetuity to the vast majority for getting out of jail free with on every flamboyant high crime from strangulation to flashing a minor. I’ll tell you: they tried to interfere. Which is not permitted. The skinny, thus, is the patsies of these group efforts, presumably being too valuable alive as salable commodities to retire permanently – more acceptable where they might be enshrined with a profitable tourist attraction, provide a lucrative library of music for divvying to corporate bidders, be commodified to sell a great many dorm room posters and screen printed t-shirts – and/or holding some preventive trump card measures in place should they be heaved into traffic, say a video of underage victims of abuse in a secret holding facility beneath a famous museum, as well as when the retaliation for breaking some sworn oath requires visible humiliation and sadistic glorying in raking person over coals and reputation through the mud as a deterrent to others with some shred of conscience remaining who might be considering similar ill advised candidness, bright whistle brandishing ideas. So examples must be made, and all knowingly play their various perverse and hypocritical roles. That malicious world, perhaps more so than any other, does love a piñata. 

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There is a further curious incentivizing element in that if or when the ruse comes to light the real string pullers donning people’s faces like Hannibal Lecter benefit doubly, can appropriate engineered precedent, cite their example, exploit such unjust martyrdom to build their future cases, introduce a liberal seeding of reasonable doubt. For how well they already know the vulnerabilities and exploits to that legal framework in their lowdown, dirty game of manufacturing consent and unscrupulously monopolizing popular perception, having explored each themselves. How can the public truly guarantee an accuser wasn’t hired for reputation assassinating? Is it certain the corrupt police, the final evolution of slave catchers, famous for fabricating evidence, losing exonerations, actively participating in violations of the elites, covering up after their misdeeds, framing innocent plausible parties, can we ever accept at face value the testimony of law enforcers famed for their completely immortal license, or coroners whose findings agree not whatsoever with independent subsequent auditing, who most recently are demonstrably staging deaths and swapping out bodies. 

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And the reporters, who lied confidently and knowingly, completely bamboozling us time and time again about shocking practices they were apparently not just aware of but hideously participating in, surely we cannot ever trust them again under any circumstances, can we? And then there’s science and history. What a delight to learn that a human trafficking, honeypot operating, morality compromising genocidal spy through an intricate network of publishing empires has been doing all in the planet’s assembled collective power to completely misinform humanity for generations through a devastating stranglehold on school textbooks, science journals, encyclopedias, atlases. Combine this with the irrefutable evidence that these very conspirators were (and so far afflicted platforms have furnished zero indications the capability and pattern in the slightest bit has relented) completely controlling Google, Wikipedia, 4chan, reigning over Reddit, and their cabal is completely rigging, quashing opposition and elevating sympathetic narratives to steer every platform of social media, which itself is a massive op to encourage users to supply exploitable intelligence details. Have a child? Perhaps you heard in America school photograph apparatuses are searching for new vendors, because the ubiquitous nationwide gold standard was being controlled by an island predator using the resulting images as a catalog for literal kidnapping and torture. That was happening, and is only one suckery tip of a single tentacle of this octopus of pervasive treacheries. They will age you years coming to grips with. Verily, how can we be expected to believe again?

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Jerome Berglund has worked as everything from dishwasher to paralegal, night watchman to assembler of heart valves. Currently residing in New Orleans, previously having lived in the Longfellow neighborhood of Minneapolis which was locus to the George Floyd protests, his writing as often as possible strives to engage with significant social and economic concerns of our day that align with missions of decolonization and abolition across prevailing institutions. He has been involved in grassroots activism for the good causes of Occupy Los Angeles, Standing Rock, and the Black Lives Matter movement, supported outreach efforts promoting ecosocialism. Many haiku, haiga and haibun he’s written have been exhibited or are forthcoming online and in print, most recently in bottle rockets, Frogpond, and Presence. 

The Mother God

The Mother God goes walking gracefully

Without the worries of the world

Stepping madly on the edge

Of the conceptual lake.

Sunny climes and tall pine trees

A cottage of silver and spice

Dwelling for unclouded love

Of every rock and stone.

In Memoriam, Johnny Thunders

I dreamt I met Johnny Thunders, and what a resplendent dream it was. To see him sprawled out in a near comatose sleep, and wake up and get another shot. We were sitting in his car, I showed him my work, he thought it was good. I knew he had only a limited time, so I tried to pick out my best poems. As he was heating up the spoon, what a tragic figure he became. I knew he had to leave. But he thought my work was good. He said he had to go soon, on some sort of delivery run. Never got a chance to hear him play.

In the early morning outside in the drizzle of rain, I saw him get up and leave. Shaking off the effects of drug-induced sleep, he got in his car and drove away. And what must have gone through his mind in those final hours: an absurd man willing to face the uncharted desert, choosing lucidity and consciousness over hope and belief, able to face the world without despair, yet careful not to go forth unguarded. The thing is the action—the will and determination to shoulder responsibility in the face of vacant, desolate, detached silence, and to go forth. To continue on destroying the maps, knowing the chartered course is wrong. When one is realized, the desert seems deep and fathomless and goes on eternally. One must have courage and a certain muted insensitivity, for man’s domain is not one of solace for the meek and faithful and all lives irrevocably come to an end. 

Yet that does not stop this absurd man as he stops, takes in the morning dew, prepares himself for another shot, starts up the car and moves ever forward. Stagnation and reintegration must always be avoided at all cost. Such hope is detrimental to this man who suffers all the more for it. I watched him pull out and continue deep into the bowels of the desert. Surely, this would be the last anyone would see of him.

There would be no maps left behind, as it should be. For no maps would suffice in an unchartable area. And nothing postpones the day of reckoning, no acts of rebellion will save oneself, yet the warrior rebels to the end. In such an act—an ungraceful man shrouded in illusions throughout his life at last shows his nobility—and one must conclude that all is well.

Burning, Burning, Amerikhan Inferno

I’ll bet you didn’t know the Amerikhans were allowed to build their own facility at the Olympics in Milano. Burning, burning. It wasn’t put up for debate; the alternative—a full blockade of Italia. When the tanks rolled over frozen corpses, you believed yourselves superior, from the land of the free. You believed blacklisting Dellusian athletes was just fine. You believed they could compete only by denying their country. Now you find yourself in the same jam—but they don’t dare ban the good ole U. V. of A.  

The facility spirals concentrically, down, down, round and around. The lowest, deepest level—burning, burning, frozen ice like Frownland—is reserved for gold medal winners who protest against the United Vassals of Amerikhan.  

The reptilian Vice Premier makes snap judgments, a drumhead trial if you will—this being foreign territory, at least for now. His long, iguana-like tail coils round and round the condemned, flinging them down, down far below to their allotted space. The motion is so fast it blurs, casting down half the contingent, until El Presidente calls:  

“Good work, good work—but leave some left to compete.”  

Burning, burning. The disco inferno under the mirrorball continues on.

Joey Whitton is a poet with a BA from the University of South Alabama. Born in Salem, Massachusetts, and raised in San Diego, he has lived in Mobile, Alabama, since the late 1990s. Hardcore punk has inspired his writing for decades. His poetry has appeared in Flipside and is forthcoming in Misfit Magazine, Sky Island Journal and Poetry Pacific.

Flowers for Solidarity: Give to Gain

Flowers- the word itself brings joy to all of us. It stirs our imaginations and creates a vivid visual of bright beautiful flowers swaying in the breeze. You can almost smell their fragrance. 

For centuries, flowers have been a powerful medium of communication, overflowing with hidden meanings and emotional symbolism. The tradition of employing flowers as symbols has its roots in ancient Greek, Roman and Egyptian cultures. Egyptians used floral symbolism in their art and religion, the Greeks and Romans associated flowers with their gods and goddesses. 

The captivating power and timeless appeal of floral symbolism have also been skillfully interwoven as a literary device in literature for a long time. Authors from different periods and genres have enriched their stories using the exquisite beauty and varied meanings of flowers. The charm of flowers in Shakespeare’s romantic sonnets; the soulful verses of Emily Dickinson and euphoric description of Wordsworth have breezed through time and continues to inspire both readers and writers. Even now, Floral symbolism plays a significant role in literature, art and  in personal and public celebrations. 

The art of giving specific meanings to flowers, known as floriography, is fascinating. This fascinating language allows meaningful interpretation through different flowers and their colours; the number of flowers and floral arrangements.

For example rose is the universal symbol of love and represents Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Depending on the colours, they have different meanings. Red roses symbolise passionate love and respect and yellow roses convey friendship and joy. Two roses symbolize mutual affection and love, six rose express infatuation. 

While the practice of floriography may not be as widespread today as it was during the Victorian age, the language of flowers continues to captivate us and inspire creativity. 

 “A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions — so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.” — Terri Guillemets

Flowers and women complement each other in a similar way: delicate yet strong.

A traditional way to celebrate International Women’s Day is sending flowers to the women in your life to express your support. 

What flowers should we send? 

Before we delve into this, let’s talk about International Women’s Day. It’s a global event held on March 8th each year to celebrate women’s social, economic, cultural and political achievements; to honour women and their contributions to the family, society and the world; create awareness and to take actions to dissolve gender disparity; focus on women’s rights where education, reproductive rights and violence and abuse against women are addressed. 

International Women’s Day (IWD) has its seed in the labour movement in the US in 1908. About 15,000 women walked through the streets in New York City demanding shorter working hours, better wages and their right to vote. Later women in Soviet Russia brought out processions demanding their rights to vote and this demand was accepted in 1917. It was later recognised as an annual event on March 8, 1975 by the United Nations. 

According to UN, since 2020 COVID pandemic, and conflicts have left millions of people to severe poverty. Conflicts and rising prices may lead 75percent of countries to cut public spending by 2025, negatively affecting women and their essential services. If immediate action isn’t taken 342 million women and girls might be the victims of poverty by 2030. 

Gender equality is also central to Goal 5 of the United Nations Sustainable Development Goals (SDGs), which aims to achieve gender equality and empower all women and girls. The SDGs recognize that sustainable development cannot be achieved without the full participation and empowerment of women. In order to bring in change and accelerate the transition towards a healthier, safer, and more equal world, investment in women sectors must become a top priority. 

We must also remember that Women’s rights are human rights. Women, in all their diversities, regardless of race, ethnicity, class, gender, age, sexual orientation, skin colour, health status, occupation, income and religion need to be celebrated.  

Investing in women and championing gender equality will pave the way to a future where everyone in society will have countless possibilities, flourish and become empowered. Thus, it’s necessary for governments to prioritise gender-responsive financing and increase public spending on essential services and social protection for women; develop and implement fair and transparent policies to protect women’s rights and ensure that women’s voices are heard in decision-making

Each year,  the United Nations observes International Women’s Day with a specific theme highlighting key global priorities. The 2026 theme, “Rights. Justice. Action. For ALL Women and Girls,” draws attention to the legal inequalities women continue to face worldwide. It emphasises that recognising rights is only the first step; those rights must also be protected and implemented in everyday life.

The campaign calls for stronger action to remove structural barriers such as discriminatory laws, weak legal protections, harmful social norms and limited access to justice. It encourages global efforts to promote safety, equal pay and fair opportunities for women in both rural and urban communities.

The campaign theme of 2026 by the International Women’s Day group is “Give to Gain.” This idea highlights the power of generosity, collaboration and shared responsibility in advancing gender equality. It encourages individuals, communities and organisations to actively support women by contributing time, resources, opportunities and knowledge.

Supporting women is an investment in society’s progress. Mentoring young girls, advocating for fair workplace policies, supporting women entrepreneurs, and promoting access to education are just a few ways individuals and institutions can contribute. When women succeed and thrive, communities grow stronger, economies expand and societies become more stable.

International Women’s Day is therefore not only a celebration but also a reminder of responsibilities. It encourages both women and men to work together to challenge discrimination and promote fairness. Achieving gender equality should not be seen as a women’s issue alone; it is a human issue that affects the well-being of entire societies.

IWD is a day to show solidarity with all the women in the world and has a logo. But in some parts of the world, it also has a floral symbol, the Mimosa. 

Though IWD was observed since the early 1900s in America and Europe, it wasn’t until March 8, 1946, that flowers began to be closely associated with this day. 

It originated in Italy. Though the first Women’s Day in Italy was celebrated in 1922, it took on a particular meaning in 1945, when the Women’s Union in Italy regained rights to vote lost under Mussolini’s Fascist regime. Three members of the Unione Donne Italiane (a women’s rights organisation) nominated the Mimosa flower as a symbol to represent IWD. Despite having delicate flowers, it grows even in harshest conditions just like women. It was picked as a symbol of strength, sensitivity, and sensibility. 

Since then, the tradition of giving flowers on this day to express solidarity and honour women has continued. Although the mimosa flower has a special significance, there are many other flowers to choose from. 

Gifting roses on any occasion is always a great idea. It’s estimated that flower shops sell more than 150,000 roses on this day in shops across Russia alone. Roses, generally, spread the message of love and romance. But different colors of roses have their own specific meanings. 

Since, the color theme for the day is associated with purple signifying justice and dignity, giving purple roses and pink roses are an excellent choice to express admiration to the women in your life. 

Carnations are a great alternative. These flowers signify respect and friendship. White carnations represent luck, and pink carnations represent admiration and gratitude. Red carnations are also a popular pick. 

Lotus symbolise creation, rebirth, and the sun. The blue lotus signifies spiritual enlightenment and the white lotus symbolises purity.

Lilies signify purity, beauty, passion and devotion. Also, according to the Greek myth lilies are associated with fertility, motherhood, and rebirth.

Chrysanthemums or Tulips can be wonderful options. Chrysanthemum not only  represent good fortune and happiness, but also symbolise honor and compassion. Tulips symbolize love, rebirth, charity and respect.

A combination of purple, green and white colour symbolises the equality of women which originated from the Women’s Social and Political Union in the UK in 1908. Green symbolises hope and white purity. There’s a new introduction of yellow colour representing a ‘new dawn’. It’s commonly used to signify a second wave of feminism. Thus purple with green represents traditional feminism, purple with yellow represents progressive contemporary feminism. Pink, purple, green and white, and green are the colors that are connected to the IWD celebration theme every year. 

To express your solidarity, a gift with the combination of flowers of these colours to the women, you admire, can work as a driving force for them. Our collective efforts to lift women up will help women break the glass ceilings. 

As we celebrate International Women’s Day 2026, let us reaffirm our commitment to create a more equitable and inclusive society for women around the globe. Giving them power and voice can bring a better, beautiful tomorrow. 

Let’s celebrate women’s achievements; take action for equality, stress on equity and invest in their welfare.

It starts from our own households first, then the society, educational institutions, our workplaces and the world around us. 

Be the one to champion women’s rights. 

Show your support by sending flowers to the special women in your life. 

Tasneem Hossain, a multi-lingual poet, author, educator, translator and columnist from Bangladesh has left an undeniable mark on the literary world. With a major in English language and Literature, she is a prolific writer who crafts poetry in English, Bengali and Urdu. Her works span from poetry, fiction, op-eds, translations and educational writings making her a versatile and influential literary figure.   

She has immersed herself in the timeless essence of literary creations. She believes, ‘poetry is music through words, an ever-flowing river reflecting all that surrounds us.’ Tasneem writes poetry only when her passion is aroused and this can be observed in the powerful flow of her ink.  

Her op-eds and columns create awareness about social and human rights issues- including domestic abuse, war and peace. Her writings are a powerful call to humanity to stand against injustice and war. As an op-ed writer, she has written more than 165 articles. 

Several of her articles and poems are utilized as teaching material in universities and academies in Bangladesh and China; some have found their way into university research papers and some have been referenced in university research papers.

She also conducts international workshops on haiku writing.

A strong literary presence, she is a multifaceted author, a talented and gifted soul, an experienced educator and a business leader. her profound and emotive writings have captured the hearts and illuminated the lives of countless of readers worldwide. Tasneem’s works have transcended geographical boundaries, reaching readers from diverse cultures and backgrounds. Her impactful writings have been featured in more than 280 esteemed anthologies, journals, daily newspapers and international magazines worldwide. Some of her books are available in 40 countries.

Adjudged the ‘100 most influential literary figures of 2025’, by Barcelona Adibia, She is the winner of The International Literary Association Creative Tribune, Walt Whitman 2025 Contest and first place holder in the English Language category of The International Literary Association CREATIVE TRIBUNA’s ” Friedrich Schiller International Literary competition 2025. She has won many other awards and recognition from different literary groups around the world. Her poems have been translated in 14 languages and her powerful writings are regularly featured in esteemed publications around the globe. A member of World Writers’ Union, she has been recognized as World’s Contemporary Writers 2024 in several anthologies and interviewed on several literary platforms in recognition of her contributions to world literature. 

She is the Editorial Ambassador, Bangladesh for the popular international literary magazine, Wordsmith International Editorial, USA and Board Ambassador of Literacy and Culture of the Asih Sasami Indonesia Foundation, Indonesia for five years (2025-2030). 

An author of three poetry collections—Grass in Green, The Pearl Necklace, and Floating Feather and a book of articles Split and Splice, she also leads an international poetry project and group called Life in Lyrics. Additionally, four more books are currently in progress.

She served as a faculty member of Business English at Chittagong University of Engineering and Technology. Currently, she is the director of the prominent human resource development organizations, Continuing Education Centre (Bangladesh), and Cansaz Services and Distribution LLC (Canada). With 28 years of experience, she is a highly regarded Business consultant, and English Language and Communication Management trainer. 

She actively participates in sports whenever the opportunity arises. She also participated in the national badminton championships in Bangladesh. For 10 years, she worked as a newscaster, commentary reader, interviewer and radio presenter for Radio Bangladesh. She has also directed plays, including Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’.

You can connect with Tasneem Hossain through email: cec.tasneem@gmail.com 

Linkedin: https://www.linkedin.com/in/tasneem-hossain-280b891aa/ 

MY AGRARIAN UNIVERSITY

Around it lie the hills and gentle plains,
Gardens and orchards spreading like domains.
Far mountains seem so close, within our sight,
In this fair land stands Agrarian bright.

Professors and lecturers teach with care,
Guiding students to knowledge rich and rare.
From Mother Earth they gather harvests grand,
My Agrarian that trains the farmers’ hand.

Supplying people food both pure and clean,
Devoting lives to this profession keen.
Healing the animals from illness and pain,
My Agrarian where zooengineers gain.

In every herb they seek a healing art,
From nature’s gifts they guard the human heart.
Descendants of Avicenna’s wisdom sure,
My Agrarian where biologists mature.

Reaching out hands in friendship far and wide,
With Hungary in joint education tied.
Its fame has reached the Ministry above,
My Agrarian that welcomes you with love.

My name is Ibragimova Orzigul Sharobiddinovna. I was born on January 5, 1990, in Uchko‘prik district of Fergana region. Currently, I am a first-year student in the Zooengineering program at the Agrarian Joint Faculty of Fergana State University.

I am married and I have three sons. My achievements today are largely due to the great support of my father Sharobiddin, my mother Muxabbatxon, and my husband Zafarjon. My family members and close relatives have always been my support and encouragement. Since my childhood, I have been writing poetry, and I sincerely express my gratitude to my teachers who have helped me grow and develop on this creative path. I would also like to express my special thanks to the Dean of our faculty, Sh. Mamajonov, the Deputy Dean for Spiritual and Educational Affairs, Sh. Mamurov, my scientific supervisor B. Boboyev, the Deputy Dean for Women’s Affairs, M. Yusupova, and our tutors for their constant support and guidance.

Tammy Higgins is 59 years old and was born in Northern New York, in the Adirondacks now she lives in Southern New Hampshire. She writes free verse poetry, short stories and does photography especially Landscapes, Street, Classic Autos, Wildlife, B & W AND Food Photography. She loves to relax with gaming online, teaching herself electric guitar, dining out, gaming online, hanging out in Garden Centers, Music and guitar stores, cooking in her Crockpot, listening to Heavy Metal music and going to shows, Ancient History and near the waters like Ocean, rivers, Ponds and Sci Fy Channel and has MS.

Black dogs tall ships sailing legends aboard the Shenandoah

Blacks dogs born and built this ship take people out one day at a time as a big wind jammer! 

A lot of names for those ships you see them in Rockland Maine half way up the coast of Maine

But this one is from Matha’s Vineyard off of cape cod I never looked into it too expensive can’t afford it

I try not to cry about it for fear of being called too sensitive 

Luxurious lives on those boats this girl named misery once jumped a float she used to

Live on a ship called The Schooner; people used to joke about it “the Schooner the better” they used to call it

One time my friend Gaye invited me to see the bay rich white gay man all on display

Told him I’ve never been on a boat so I got no sea legs he asked “well how did you come here from Africa?”

“I flew, I flew Air America…” He said they even have a schooner in Boston Harbor they call it The Liberty

Back in the days when scorned people fought to be free they used to serve up Sunday brunch

Wealthy people got on board and munch munch munch! The Sun shone bright those lazy days…

Summer days when the air smelled like green while poor people gazed then came the recession

So the ships found a new direction they all sailed to Florida couldn’t get any business too cold this time of year

No tourists except between May and September to see black dogs hung for adventure 

Forty years ago souvenir shops were cheaper now that black dogs cost a lot more they’re rarer

Since they’ve all moved on to better weather now this side of the sea bacteria multiplies 

With the speed of a giant panther malaria is having a blast. A procession of people in body casts!

Their hearts fire dying from hunger no one wants to lend a hand to the man in the sewer.

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self” & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc… He has been published in prestigious publications such as Spirit of Change Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Litterateur Redefining World anthologies out of India, Poets Reading the News, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at:  http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.–

If people can’t use you like they used to they’ll say you’ve changed.