Image c/o Jacques Fleury

Duane Vorhees announces his new book Fastival, available from Hog Press.

Fastival, the latest book of poems from Duane Vorhees, reads as anything but the poet’s final word and contains multitudes of playful exploration for the restless mind.

Covering a dizzying array of themes, this substantial tome delivers an intellectual and spiritual feast. He explores dichotomies — such as sex/love, profane/holy, and life/death — that are suitable for meditation by sinner and saint, as well as by day laborer and tenured professor alike.

Vorhees, in his poem “The Importance of Word Association,” proclaims anyone can write poetry but notes, “But only a true poem can feel the sun on your face as the snow commandos parachute in behind enemy lines. A real poem contains stone syllables standing against a rain-striped horizon.” — John Stephen Howard

Yucheng Tao thanks everyone who entered his poetry contest and announces that the prizes will be paid out in April.

Christopher Bernard announces his new book The Beauty of Matter (out from Bowker Press) and invites people to read and review it. Please email us at synchchaos@gmail.com if you’re interested.

A lyrical journey into nature, spirit, and the quiet mysteries of being aliveIn this contemporary poetry collection, Christopher Bernard invites readers into a world where ordinary moments reveal extraordinary depth. With the grace of lyrical verse and the clarity of philosophical insight, these poems move through landscapes of memory, nature, beauty, and our shared human search for meaning.This is poetry for readers who crave emotional richness, mindful presence, and poetic meditations that illuminate both the fragile and the eternal. Through imagery rooted in wild earth, myth, and the intimate spaces of everyday life, the poems contemplate existence, loss, renewal, and the astonishing beauty hidden within matter itself.

A Celebration of Life in Every Grain of Being

Here are poems where the natural world speaks, where silence becomes revelation, and where spirit and earth touch.

Bernard explores mortality not with despair, but with wonder, reminding us that every breath, every shadow, every passing moment is charged with significance. Readers will find nature inspired writing that moves between tenderness and awe, between solitude and belonging, revealing how deeply our lives are shaped by the world around us and the world within us.

For Lovers of Reflective and Soulful Poetry

Perfect for readers of lyrical verse collection and philosophical poetry, this book speaks to those who seek: poems about nature and life, existential poems, meditations on life, spiritual poetic reflections, poetry about mortality and rebirth, poems about memory and meaning.

If you believe poetry can open the heart and sharpen the senses, if you are drawn to poetic meditations that deepen presence and expand awareness, this collection belongs in your hands.

Discover a voice that honors the beauty of existence and the mystery of being human.

Now, for March’s second issue, which forms a polyphonic archive of the contemporary human condition, fragmented, globalized, anxious, but full of people searching for meaning, beauty, and connection. A chorus of voices from different countries, cultures, ages, and backgrounds, all speaking to how we can remain human in a complicated age.

First, we address war, violence, and illegitimate political power. These pieces do not merely document suffering; they interrogate the structures that produce it. They ask what it means to live under systems that distort truth, normalize destruction, and erode empathy. Yet even here, amid devastation, there is an undercurrent of resistance—a refusal to accept violence and injustice as inevitable.

Patricia Doyne lambasts the United States’ blowing up a girls’ school during the war in Iran. Stephen Jarrell Williams laments the coldness and human tragedy that leads to war. Ibrahim Honjo calls for peace by cursing those who wish for war. Bhagirath Choudhary’s poem, translated to French by Samar Al-Deek, also critiques war through the dramatization of violence against women and children. Poet Billy Bin celebrates women and laments war and human rights violations. Mykyta Ryzhykh’s work comments on human fragility and the internal and external destruction caused by vaulting ambition and greed for power. Farzaneh Dorri laments the war and the current government of Iran while recollecting the nation’s vast cultural heritage. Molly Joseph’s piece presents the tragedy of war through a clever piece that hides its profundity in a childlike style. Ri Hossain critiques war by showing the absurdity of having to kill strangers. Bill Tope’s short story presents a tragicomic farce that reveals itself as a lament for those lost to the recent Iranian war. Dessy Tsvetkova joins the chorus of those who call for peace as Hadaa Sendoo presents a child’s song for peace with nature and with themselves as well as in the world. Gulhayo Egamberganova creates a tale of a wise king with the welfare of his people in mind. Dianne Reeves Angel’s political poem describes how callous leadership can lead to internal, structural damage to our shared “house,” even when we don’t see outright collapse. Yuray Tolentino Hevia asserts his freedom of thought and personal dignity even in a wounded homeland. Imma Schiema presents the flag of peace as strong, but stiff, unnatural, and difficult to maintain. Peace takes maintenance and care.

Some contributors explore how systems of power, or our cultural vantage points and perceptions, shape how we think and view the world. Rich Murphy’s work explores how power and hierarchy can distort reality and get in the way of critical thinking. Dr. Jernail Singh Anand lampoons the hypocrisy of those who seek to bury their own misdeeds among those of celebrities. Stephen Schwei’s clever work meditates on how we assign meanings to things and aspects of the universe. Wan Yilong dramatizes the absurdity of a world full of technology but with no soul. Mark Young’s speaker assembles meaning from fractured cultural debris, his mind moving through fragments. Ag Davis’ poetry blurs the guidelines of semantics to generate meaning through pattern recognition rather than text. S.C. Flynn explores different ways we disconnect from the fully intense human experience to make it more manageable, whether through pills or screens.

Türkan Ergör’s piece breaks apart language and puts it back together, questioning whether reason can adequately explain human experience. Maja Milojkovic explores the tension between imagination and reality in her reflective poem on making a wish. Mark DuCharme’s poem explores thirst and desire that twists and morphs but is never quite satiated. J.J. Campbell’s poems read like cigarette smoke in a dim room, unfiltered, bitter, and honest. Patrick Sweeney’s work explores memory, shame, art, invention, nature, and tenderness as the Chinese elementary school students’ works, compiled by Su Yun, show a developing poetic consciousness as they address nature and dreams.

Dr. Jernail S. Anand considers how much we as humans project our own failings onto other creatures through our concept of natural law. Sevinch Rustamova explores human projection, lamenting the loss of a no longer idealized unfaithful love. James Tian reflects on how we choose to speak of our dead can say as much about us as the living as it does about the deceased. Nirasha D’Almeida speaks to memory, reflection, power, and class and ethnic tensions. In Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.’s elegiac poem, time continues to move, even as the speaker remains within memory. Sheryl Bize-Boutte’s poem and short story excerpt highlight how connection can persist even when we reject it. Qo’narova Yulduz mourns and regrets the loss of her loved one and of her life to grief.

Some writers highlight resilience and personal growth, the journey to become who we are, all that we could become. Nazokat Jumaniyozova traces a character’s personal growth and development. Danijela Ćuk encourages people to believe in themselves and persevere through hard times. Zilola Qutlimurotva calls out the role of challenges in building strong character. Priyanka Neogi urges people who seek to achieve something in life to keep their priorities straight. Ruxshona Shahobiddinova shares how she learned to achieve for her own sake and not compare herself to others. Rashidova Shakhrizoda’s short story celebrates a brave kitten who becomes a hero of the forest. Muslimbek Abdurakhimov reminds us that anyone can act with integrity, regardless of nationality. Zilola Qutlimurotva points out reactions one may receive to developing self-respect. Juraeva Aziza Rakhmatovna urges people to persevere towards their goals even through obstacles. Gabriel T. Saah encourages us to stay humble, stay kind and make the most of our lives.

Others discuss education, youth, and the future. Rakhmonova Gulzoda Sodiq qizi discusses how to help depressed young students. Daminova Sevinch highlights the importance of childhood to personal development. Choriyeva Oynur discusses the importance of sleep in personal health and academic performance. Dildora Xo’jyozova remembers earning recognition and a laptop in an Uzbek academic competition and reflects on the importance of encouraging the world’s youth. Ibragimova Orzigul Sharobiddinova’s poem celebrates her university and its educational opportunities. Alimqulova Munisa Abdurayimovna discusses how students can best prepare themselves for international scholarship competition. Bekturdiyeva Nargizabonu and Xayitova Mehribon discuss positive and negative impacts of social media in young people’s lives.

Several contributors apply their intellects to the real world, science, mathematics, economics, and medicine. Oroqova Nargiza outlines roles for artificial intelligence in health care. Tadjiboyeva Marxaboxon Sherzodbek qizi discusses diagnosis and treatment of chronic heart failure. Inomova Kamola discusses diagnosis and treatment of breast cancer. Durdona Shafqatullayeva Olimqizi outlines the structure and function of the human skeleton. Dr. Jitender Singh dispels embarrassment and shame surrounding menstruation and promotes hygiene. Sardorjon Ahmadjon o’g’li Ergashev discusses various ways of analyzing and interpreting statistics. Mamatkulova Muklisa outlines opportunities and risks within the maturing microcredit industry. Tuychiyeva Odinaxon Ahmadjon qizi outlines ways to standardize the preparation of graphical documents in school drafting classes.

Who we are, in large part, comes from our family and cultural heritage. Yulduz Niyazova highlights the history and meaning of Uzbekistan’s Nawruz spring celebration. Jacques Fleury’s photographs capture the spirit and energy of Boston’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration. Sardorjon Nabiyev remembers a tale of singing for neighbors at Ramadan that ended with his father’s tender love. Begijonova Marjonabonu shares a tender thought for her mother. Eshmatova Charos speaks of her gratitude to her caring mother and father. Turg’unov Alisher Yordamali o’g’li expresses his respect for his hardworking mother. Ahmadov Bekzodjon Obidjon ogli highlights the literary and cultural importance of Uzbek writer and philosopher Chol’pon. Damilova Sevinch Tuychi qizi highlights the cultural and dramatic contributions of historical Uzbek writer Abdulla Avloni. Halilova Ruxshona Abdufattohovna provides an overview of the scientific work of Abu Nasr al-Farabi, an Uzbek thinker who espoused rational inquiry and built upon Greek thought. Sottiyeva Gulshan celebrates the Uzbek constitution’s protections of liberty. Marvaridabonu Abdumalikov discusses Uzbekistan’s current environmental initiatives, including a vast program to plant tree seedlings and civic waste sorting and recycling efforts. Otamurodova Asal highlights the role of strong families in building a strong culture in Uzbekistan. Kholbekov Ozodbek Makhammatovich’s poem celebrates the sacred and worthy heritage of Uzbekistan’s national heroes and scholars.

Sitora Siroj qizi Usmonova looks at the use of emojis in text messages and social media as a case study of Uzbek linguistic evolution in real time. Jerome Berglund’s stream of consciousness poems illuminate how things hidden – people, truth, meaning – don’t disappear, but wait to be seen. Joey Whitton’s poems move across very different terrains, such as mysticism, memory, existential philosophy, and political satire, but they’re unified by a restless, searching voice. Alan Catlin builds a poetic cathedral of collapse, a symphonic logic of accumulation. Duane Vorhees contributes a symphony of voices that find a way to hang together.

Art, literature, and culture are integral parts of our heritage, and many people look into how we understand stories and art. Christopher Bernard discusses poignant themes of masculinity, love, aggression, and redemption in Beauty and the Beast and the somewhat awkward presentation in Opera Parallele’s live stage remix of the Jean Cocteau film. Maxmasharifova Shodiyabegim looks at the theme of fear in Abdulla Qahhor’s short story Dakshat as a way of critiquing governmental and social oppression. Abdugʻaniyeva Muhlisa Abdunabi qizi analyzes Jack London’s winter wilderness survival tale Love of Life in terms of literary motifs and themes of free will and individual struggle in harsh conditions. J.T. Whitehead reviews Margaret Randall’s Letters That Breathe Fire, an anthology of literary correspondence among the editors who submitted to the journal El Corno Emplumado (The Plumed Horn) in the 1960s. He views the work as a crucial cultural artifact documenting poetry’s becoming more democratic and international. Alexander Klujev outlines various ways to understand music: as a venue for spiritual contemplation, as an abstract study in sound, or as direct participation in the sounds and rhythms of nature. Dennis Vannatta reflects on a life shaped and punctuated by music. Virginia Aronson celebrates the complex work and life of Japanese visual artist Yayoi Kusama.

Art and culture can lead us to a lyrical, restorative place, where we consider love, nature, and the human spirit. Eva Lianou Petropoulou affirms the largeness and vastness of the human spirit, much larger than any attempt by society to contain it. JoyAnne O’Donnell takes joy in poetry on World Poetry Day. Eva also urges humans not to abandon empathy for and relationships with each other. Slava Božičevic celebrates poetry and encourages poets to write to bring love into the world. Prasanna Kumar’s poetry reflects how he needs love to make sense of existence. Abigail George’s work shows characters choosing love, kindness, and forgiveness, even when they are not strong enough to stop trauma and violence. Mahbub Alam contributes a piece on waiting, restraint, and the persistence of the inner light of love as Su Yun encourages a young child to grow and develop courage and embrace a world of love.

Genevieve Guevara presents a poetic manifesto about ending violence against women. Sherdonayeva Ozoda Mahmarajab qizi’s short story highlights the obstacles facing women leaving abusive relationships. Lan Xin also honors International Women’s Day, softly and gently urging women to value and take care of themselves. Mahmoud Said Kawash outlines the political and cultural history of International Women’s Day. Dr. Jitender Singh celebrates the virtues of many women he admires. Dr. Ahmed Al-Qaisi evokes the poetic beauty of a woman’s tender love. Tasneem Hossain discusses the historical and cultural meanings of flowers as gifts and urges people to consider flowers as an International Women’s Day gift for women.

Brian Barbeito revels in the mystical and thoughtful connection he has built with the land he regularly visits, how time alone in nature invites contemplation. Adham Boghdady celebrates the beauty of a forest lake through his contemplative persona poem. Soumen Roy rejoices with the hope of a fresh spring season. Ananya Guha’s incantatory poem claws out hope from the starkness of winter.

Sometimes a small sensation, image, or moment counts for everything. Mohira Mirzayeva celebrates the joys of silent reading from a physical book. Bonu Jurayeva reminds us of the sensory pleasures of physical books. Noah Berlatsky celebrates the wealth of love that he finds in his affectionate cat and dog. David Sapp contributes gentle, pensive moments of family and domesticity. Christina Chin’s haikus transport us to the sounds and feel of summer. Tammy Higgins’ photographs present life as surprising, highlighting disparate elements and unusual colors and perspectives. Jacques Fleury’s poem travels between the worlds of belonging and isolation, wealth and poverty, anchored by the recurring image of ships. Nuraini Usman’s photos capture moments of mystery: dim light, and a foot stepping into the unknown. In Sayani Mukherjee’s poem, rain, letters, memory, and love all blend together into one immersive experience. Graciela Noemi Villaverde welcomes the autumn to her Argentinian home with lush, atmospheric prose about transitions. Elaine Murray finds connection across millennia with humans and other creatures who have walked the same beach.

The final pieces return us to the act of creation itself. They ask what responsibility the artist bears in a world marked by injustice and fragmentation. If we can imagine, can we also rebuild? If we can name what is broken, can we help to mend it? These are not questions with easy answers, but they are questions that must be asked.

Christopher Bernard’s final installment of Senor Despair ends with an affirmation of a creator’s radical responsibility. Jose Luis Alderete’s work suggests the possibility of rebuilding society through intentional acts of human creativity. Tokhtaboyeva Nilufar Nomonjon qizi urges her fellow Uzbeks to move forward with courage to build up their newly independent country. Mesfakus Salahin speaks to the hope of global renewal through love and insight. Hanaan Abdelkader affirms her determination to find hope in a world full of injustice, yet leafy and sunlit.

What emerges from this collection is not resolution, but recognition. We hope that you recognize yourselves somewhere in the issue.

Meadow Mystic

Inside the meadow there was a stand of trees and inside there was the cool shade and whimsical winds sometimes made a sound through the branches. I stood there and rested, halfway through my sojourn exploring nature. There were times outside of there that blue butterflies were thriving and many grasshoppers bloomed, plus some spiders. 

Up above in the summers a blue sky often, but, if it turned and became overcast and that atmospheric energy entered the air, that sort of ‘before the storms’ feeling, well that was just as good as I wasn’t that far from the paths that led out and it was also an interesting change to feel that charge in the air. 

And in the four seasons, that area was a dutiful and true friend, for it at its base never wavered. I think I realize now that the truth of the truth of the truth of the real and actual truth is that that area became along the way a special and loved and loving destination, a marriage of sorts between a poet and the lands where the walking would help the poet go a symbolic and literal step more towards becoming a mystic. 

Spirit message. Intuition. Renewal of the mind, body, and spirit. self-healing. Kindness. Clarity. A structure out of regular psychological sets and more centred in the universal or cosmic. Society was literally and figuratively so far away in those moments, times with feet grounded on the earth, and say, the summer fields colourful or the spring universe beginning to bloom, but also the autumnal grounds with leaves or after, the wild winter, its snow resting upon the world’s reeds, branches, and pathways. Yes, it was a fine place to be and learn, to get ideas for poems, stories, and pictures. And to naturally expand consciousness. 

Sons of Turan

Soft winds caress the silent groves,
Along the roads thin pine rows rise.
A raven circles — distant envoy,
A lone horse wanders under open skies.

Here mountains stand and valleys widen,
Among a thousand lands on earth —
No place has ever been more precious,
No soil of greater sacred worth.

The ruins of forgotten cities,
Old fortresses of ancient days,
The lands once held by noble peoples —
Massagetae and Saka ways.

So many wars we fought for freedom —
No count can hold the tears we’ve known:
For land and honor, truth and homeland,
For sacred right to guard our own.

Here came the early Arab marches,
Met by lions proud and brave.
Here rode the khans of Genghis’ empire,
And blood was spilled in every wave.

Yet through the storms and burning ages,
Through iron will and destiny,
The sons of sacred Turan guarded
Their living flame of liberty.

From grief, from chains and bitter sorrow
Rose simple fighters, firm and strong.
Fathers and Jadids stood together,
Side by side where they belong.

Unbroken stands our spirit, rising,
High and steadfast through the years.
Wide-hearted, open, kind and noble —
The Uzbek people persevere.

Kholbekov Ozodbek Makhammatovich

                

The Bridge of Colors

It matters not the clay that shaped the jar,
nor the wind that blew through the flute of bone,
art is the thread, subtle yet well-known,
that binds all maps into one single star.
The hand that weaves, the voice that tells the tale,
belong to no shore, nor a single wall;
they are lights that guide through the future’s call
with rhymes of silk and silver’s trail.
Let the brush travel through paths of earth,
let the dance awaken the sleeping square,
for a statue is life that breathes the air,
erasing the hate and giving peace birth.
Peoples of the world, open every door:
let your neighbor’s song become your own way,
for art is the sun, the wine, oand the day
that joins our distant souls forevermore.

Fernando Josè Martínez Alderete

Mèxico

The Sowing of Silence

Peace is not born from the coldness of steel,
nor from signatures on paper, torn and hollow;
it grows in the furrow where wounds start to heal,
between the stranger and the friend we follow.
It is a language where borders are gone,
trading the rifle for the grain of wheat,
where hands that once fought, before the dawn,
now build the shelter, the bread, and the seat.
Let the walls of shadow and fear now fall,
let the echo of hate be lost in the gale,
for more strength is found in a finger’s call
that reaches for another, beyond the veil.
It matters not language, the faith, or the skin,
the earth is the map of a single heartbeat;
we are the lineage that lets grace in,
leaving the ghosts of the past in retreat.
Peace is the bridge that spans the abyss,
the table is set, the light on the face,
to find in the other a kinship like this:
that their home is our home, a shared holy space.

Fernando Josè Martínez Alderete

Mèxico

Dr. Fernando Martinez Alderete

Writer, poet, theater actor, radio producer. Born in Leon Guanajato Mexico on April 21, 1977, President of Mil Mentes por México in Guanajuato. Dr. HC, global leadership and literature.

His poems were published in more than 200 anthologies in fifteen countries around the world and he is author of ten books, of poetry, short stories and novels.

Moon-aphor

Wait, the moon is a big pizza piein the sky? I don’t think so. Man in the Moon, I never quite saw it.A dinner plate, a saucer, a heavenlybody. (I’d like one of those.) Mistaken for a lampposton a drunken stumble home. That’s more like it.An orb. A cue ball. At times a mere crescent,a meniscus, the Dreamworks logoof the boy fishing off its edge.The cutout in an outhouse door.A half moon doesn’t knowwhich way it’s headed,it’s useless in guiding me.The moon aligns with nothing.Planets can at least do thatfrom our perspective on Earth.Let’s face it, the moon is a symbol.Maybe a cymbal. That’s it.The moon is our soul.

Stephen Schwei is a Pushcart-nominated Houston poet with Wisconsin roots, published in Wax Poetry & Art, RFD Magazine, GetOutMag.com, Hidden Constellation, Borfski Press, and Table//Feast and is the winner of the 2023 Kenan Ince Memorial Prize in Poetry. He has published one volume of poetry, Bluebonnet Whispers and a collaboration, Catch Me at the Carnival. A gay man with three grown children and four wonderful grandchildren, who worked in Information Technology most of his life, he can be a mass of contradictions. Poetry helps to sort all of this out.  www.stephenschwei.com @steveschwei

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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. 

YOU ARE WORTHY

You are worthy, remember that,

and never doubt yourself,

no matter how hard it gets,

life truly loves you.

If they insult you, do not listen,

they are not worth your health, know that,

their actions speak about them,

so do not lose your shine because of them.

You are a living soul who deserves happiness,

and your own little oasis of peace,

do not let an empty body without a soul

humiliate you or make you feel small.

The beauty within is what matters most,

if you have that, you have everything,

what is the beauty of the whole world worth to someone

if in the end they remain alone?

What is all the treasure in the world worth

if there is no one to welcome the morning with,

if their heart is fed by cruelty,

and life may return it all tomorrow?

You are worthy, my dear,

because there is only one original,

worthy is not the one who lives with malice,

who is left with loneliness as their only company.

Be aware that you need yourself,

you exist in this world for a reason,

protect your health because no one is worth it

that you become ill because of them.

You are worthy, and I hope you will realize how much,

because you have a soul whose rays are like the Sun in the sky,

and a person without it is empty,

and believe me, no one needs that.

**Danijela Ćuk**

Croatia