Synchronized Chaos’ Second March Issue: Polyphonic Archive of Humanity

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 A Press of Rabble) 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.

Image c/o Kai Stachowiak

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.

Image c/o Petr Kratochvil

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.

Image c/o Andrea Stockel

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.

Image c/o George Hodan

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.

Image c/o Brian Barbeito

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.

Image c/o Kai Stachowiak

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.

Poetry from Eva Petropoulou Lianou

We are humans 

We supposed to build relationships with humans not meta humans 

Not animals 

Not aliens

We supposed to bring peace in the harmonious world we live 

But everyday I see

A woman hugging a cat or dog

Feed them

Bath them

While babies are throwing to the center 

Men talk to their dogs about their problems and prefer to stay with them

Instead to Go out and meet a human being 

What is going with this society of screening 

We are becoming clones of ourselves 

Without emotion 

Without feelings 

We celebrate and congratulate only our people…. our tribe 

What about the others.. People..that they are doing so much about what we call

Good 

We must say silent 

We must not celebrate their achievements?

Humans need recognition 

Individuals need assistance in every level due to the COVID test and everything that follows this experiment 

But do you think 

Having only relationships

with cats and dogs

Is that healthy???

I wonder exactly in what kind of society we are leaving 

We don’t even speak to each other 

And when we do

We have hate 

We have negative thoughts 

We have too much inside our hearts 

Too much dark and fear

So i tell you now 

Get rid of those toxic feelings 

Start reading 

Start writing 

Start dancing 

Start laughing 

Life is short 

EVA Petropoulou Lianou 

International poet 

Founder of literary movement 

POETRY unites people 

Art painting and poetry 

Poetry from Alan Catlin

Visions Fill the Eyes of a Defeated Basketball in a Show Room: A symphonic tone poem in three 

Part disharmony revisited

1-Visions fill the eyes

So close to the desired end, earthly paradise is summarily

replaced by fevered heat dreams that rise from super-highways

borne on gasoline vapor locks instead of air, assuming 

a nebulous form that coalesces Into something like a white 

stretch limo parked in outside the showing room, outside an arena, 

the pictured windows smeared with oil rich smoke and volcanic dust, 

acid rains etch furrows in like burst veins on a hot, slick surface, 

leaving behind moist dots of clotted rain that simmer and boil 

on the superheated surface causing eruptions, explosions destroying

the tiny worlds contained therein, alien civilizations formerly entombed 

by glass, released now, expanding into lost galaxies of where all

the hidden stars reside, marbleized and frozen in sidereal motion.

2- Of a defeated basketball team

Denied the basket and the ball, wordlessly they congregate at center court, 

hours after the outcome, the arena emptied, shut in, lights blackened, 

each man mimes his movements in the game they are forced to play, 

scattered across the hardwood, twelve separate paths to the goal silently 

blocked in total darkness as they describe perfect arcs to the hoop, 

no longer one on one, they are blank, mirthless shadows within shadows, 

silhouettes cut from darkness, pasted on a field of black, rising to the occasion, 

spurred on by the wordless cheers of the dissipated crowd, a white noise 

that rises and clings to the unseen rafters overhead like smoke, a second skin 

or is it a flock of black birds descending in tight circles, drawn downward by

 a primal need for revenge?

3- In the show room

Or in the junkyard of Petaluma or wherever the detritus of civilization collects, 

wherever the dead, exploded television sets collect, their screens empty, 

glass fissured and scorched by internal combustion parts, components in ruin, 

disconnected wireless radio messages contained no longer residing inside 

cracked stereophonic speakers, finally released like the hotwired audio machines 

welded to the generator that exploded expelling Compact Discs, VCR tapes 

and cassettes, dad’s, vinyl records that melted like blackened eyes over 

the metal husks of rusted, ruined cars, on the tanks of discarded toilets, 

in which all the filthy rain that falls, collects, spreading tiny rainbows of oil 

and gasoline on the porcelain skies, while rain drops fill to different levels. 

A trained ear can make out the separate discordant notes each drop makes, 

together, collectively, these notes become a kind of symphony.

Athanasius Kircher Seated on a Crocodile Composing

His Encyclopedic Works

Kircher, the man, is a  living specimen in 

a divine cabinet of curiosities. Runic scripts 

evolve from his fingertips, his quilled pens; 

all the mysteries of ancient tongues are 

supposed to be revealed with.

This man, part-magus, part-monk, writes on,

his creations legion: solar clocks

from magic seeds; rune stones and

monkey dust curatives and salves for

all that ails,  inventions and novelties

such as vomiting statues and pianoforte-like

instruments using living cats to produce 

torturous sounds supposed to be like music, 

like spy portals in revolving carved heads, 

sound amplifiers in other busts, altered to

allow listeners to overhear conversations

in remote locations; owner of Egyptian relics 

actually, made in Rome, misdated by 

a millennium ; practical theories of convection

formulated by firsthand viewing volcanoes 

from within, a research only a holy fool

could survive, whole volumes of inscribed

work, catalogues of presumed fact, completely

borrowed, wholesale copied from other scholar’s 

work, most, if not all of his own, disproved even

as he wrote on.  This man in his element,

endless amazed as he was amazing, surrounded

by angels, sun gods and goddesses, half-dragons

and half-snakes, a man so self-possessed

only death could save him from himself.

A Night of Serious Drinking as “Vertigo”

after reading Quan Barry 

All the imbibers, the refugees are emancipated from

The Complete Works of Vincent van Gogh:

The Absinthe drinkers, potato eaters, self-portraits

with and without ears,

All the close, musty rooms without adequate heat,

poorly drawn fires, smoke filtering from long,

clay pipes, loosely rolled tobacco and the tightly packed,

Exhaustion apparent in all the worn faces, the downtrodden

and the bedeviled, the unforgiving and the damned

pounding down their

Libation of choice on a night of serious drinking: the green

fairy, essence of wormwood, conveyances of

deep dreaming while awake, mortal stasis while

breathing, metempsychosis in a bell shaped glass;

Once paralysis is made liquid, bodily functions require

a superhuman exercise of the will simply to consider

locomotion;

Standing upright becomes the purest form of vertigo there is.

The Ceremony

Everyone is applauding long before

anyone has seen the bride or the groom

as if directed by the archdeacon

of antiquities, crew chief of the burnishers

of pews, rows, and rows of them so bright 

and slick, they repel the occasional rain 

that falls through the place where a steeple

would have been before the church was converted

by Navaho warriors to a hogan to let the Great

Spirit in, to allow the smoke of healing fires

Escape. Here on the edge of the Southwestern

Desert, as arid as Martian wastelands, interplanetary

penance portals, lost seekers are referred to after all

the earthbound sanctuaries, sainted places, have

been exhausted, all the sacred temples, burial

mounds, caves of redemption, warehouses for icons

played out by the faithful, standing in ragged lines

to touch the worn wooden effigy of Our Savior

of the Souls, Our Lady of Pent-up Frustrations, 

Our Burial Mound of Reclining Statuary, Our

Souvenir Stand of Holiest Waters, confections 

blessed by on-premises priests, blood from 

the stigmata of virginal suicides, made in China

facsimile glow-in-the-dark missions, Christmas

tree ornaments, the wounding lance of the unhealing

seekers after holy grails on display, not available

for any price yet, not even what was yielded from

the passing of the offertory trays, bequests left

by patrons of the sacred arts, tax exempt foundations

exploring the possibilities of unified field theories

involving Native American Folklore and Medieval

Christian Idol Worship, they who clear the center

aisles for easy passage from one state of being to

the next, they who scatter dried herbs and scented

liquids, part aphrodisiac, part aromatic, part soporific,

specifically made for vision inducing hallucinogens 

so that when the high priest looks up to view the anointed, 

it is unclear exactly what he sees, what he should say, 

how the ceremony should proceed and when it does, 

what it means.

The Killing Fields as Robert Towne’s Screenplay for “Chinatown”

after reading Quan Barry’s Incontrovertibles

Seven million skulls planted on the sloping streets in

soft earth beneath cobblestone streets.

The skulls that sprout are fashioned into masks for

street mimes, performance artists, trick or

treating kids.

Each time a siren is heard, a new round of killings is

being announced.

Hovering overhead, chopper blades localize the places where

blood has been shed and broadcasts it to networks,

police headquarters, the general’s palace.

The mastermind behind the most heinous of the ritual killings

sends disciples made totally suggestible by infusions

of drugs, sexual addiction and hypnotic commands,

to continue the killing

Blood of the victims is used to write DEATH TO PIGS 

on walls, or to leave tell-tale prints to warn those

who follow the killers here, that the Future will be

determined by a new kind of Primal Law: Kill or Be 

Killed, Eat or Be Eaten.

Stated fears of race wars, and political persecution, are just a

rationalization, an excuse to insure that the killing will

go on.

Witnessing the senseless murdering reveals that, Death is a release,

that what may be done to the next generation, the unprotected

by arms and man, will be much worse that what has been

done to the dead ones, and you will be powerless to prevent it.

There is no overthrowing the strongman, only Death will survive.

“It’s Chinatown, Jake.”

It’s the Killing Fields.

The Assassination of John F. Kennedy as the Marathon Run Up

Mt. Olympus

after reading Quan Barry and  J.G. Ballard

We’ve seen the pictures hundreds of times by now whether

we cared to see them or not:

The originals of the motorcade  in black and white followed 

by the bizarre shooting Live of presumptive assassin,

Lee Harvey Oswald.

The unforgettable processional afterwards: the cortege, the banging

of the drum slowly, John John’s loyal salute.

And in color: The Zapruder tapes slowed down frame by frame,

on that warm, clear November Dallas day: Jack’s bare

head, Jackie’s hat, Governor Connelly and his wife

waving to the crowd, Jack’s head exploding, blooming 

like some time-lapsed flower bursting open, smoke rising

on the grassy knoll…

And we are running; smoke rises like fog on Olympus wreathing the hidden peak and all that might dwell there.

26.2 miles of running steadily uphill over brutal, rocky terrain

in summer’s dreadful heart stopping heat, the goal less

and less realistic, less visible with each step upward,

steps that bring you higher but no closer to the gods.

Essay from Bekturdiyeva Nargizabonu

The Impact of Social Media on the Lives of Young People

    Nowadays, not only young people but almost everyone has become attached to social media. Many people even think that it is difficult to imagine life without social networks. Of course, modern life requires the use of the internet and social media. However, it is important to be careful when using them and to be able to distinguish useful information from unnecessary information. In particular, people should be able to analyze various unverified or fake news.Social media also has many advantages. For example, we can find almost any information we are looking for on the internet. It is also possible to keep up with daily news and follow events happening in different countries. In addition, there are many useful videos and lessons on social media for learning languages. Therefore, many young people have the opportunity to learn new knowledge and skills independently. However, the negative aspects of social media are also very serious. For instance, watching various short videos such as “shorts” can narrow people’s thinking ability, weaken speech fluency, cause them to waste time, reduce sleeping time, and even lead to memory decline. Moreover, the family environment may also be affected: instead of spending time with their families, many young people spend their time on social media. As a result, they may become unaware of feelings such as respect for parents and the importance of spending time together and having conversations with family members.

It is true that phones and the platforms or programs on them are created by humans and designed to function in a certain way. However, nowadays it seems that phones are controlling people. This is because many people easily become dependent on them. There are many young people who spend five to six hours or even more on their phones every day, wasting their time without any meaningful purpose. However, this does not mean that everyone is like that. There are also many young people who use social media properly and meaningfully. They have dreams and goals for their future and work hard to achieve them. Instead of wasting time, they use platforms such as Instagram, YouTube, and TikTok in a productive way and organize their daily activities according to a schedule to continue their studies. In my opinion, young people who spend their days on social media in a useless way have become detached from reality and dependent on their virtual lives. Time passes very quickly, and I believe that wasting it inefficiently is wrong. In addition, such people may cast a shadow or darkness over their own bright and promising future.

Bekturdiyeva Nargizabonu was born on December 7, 2007, in Khiva city of Khorezm region. She won first place at the regional stage and participated in the national Olympiad. In 2025, she graduated from school with a gold medal.

Currently, she is a first-year student in the Geography program at Urgench State University. She has three journalistic articles and is the holder of a DGU certificate.

Her articles have been published in the famous “Synchronized Chaos” journal in the USA and in the “Ijodkorlar” journal in Uzbekistan, and she has also participated in an anthology. She is also a member of the Argentine international organization “Juntos por las Letras.”

Poetry from Soumen Roy

Upbeat

☆☆☆

Living at the edge, 

a hope that lingers with faith 

The time is yet knock in, 

and the sailor at this end keeps on sailing.

The destination has been declared. 

Awakened and aware, silence speaks its glory. 

The sleep is sound today. 

Dreams peek from the sleeves of slumber. 

A smile floats at the edges of the river. 

That had been a testament of winter. 

Spring knocked long before the fall, 

and the luminosity keeps sailing, on and on.

Poetry from Eva Lianou Petropoulou

Breathe 

Breathe

U are having 1 second to see your whole life before you die..Choose… 

Re born in another reality

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🍀
🍀

Ι do not belong…

All your life they teach how u must do, think, act, love, live, smile

All the years of education they teach how u must be present, dress, talk, feel…

All the time at your job they teach u how u behave, how u must seat, react, claim, interfere, communicate…

All that faces they teach me..make me feel that i do not belong

I do not belong in half truth

I do not belong in that small garden

I do not belong in the words that was never said

I do not belong in small boxes that keep the smile of the morning

I do not belong in shouting and bullying of the love, I never get

I do not belong in the uncertain possibilities

But i do belong in myself

And in the possibility of climbing a big mountain

Maybe never go to the top

But I do belong in my dreams.. 

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Wishes

It shall be a festive day

When the Dawn shall come

There shall be Sun and Joy.

There shall also be a fair.

In the porch there shall be red roses.

Basil and myrrh trees.

All of them so dear.

For us

Life will start…..

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Before you existed

You were a thought in my soul

Before you speak 

I understand your words

For years

Loneliness was my companion 

See the stars

Make wishes

Hoping 

Before i met you 

I knew your perfume

Before you speak 

I understand your soul

See the birds

Make wishes

Pray

Before you imagine 

I draw a circle

I see you in and me

Protected 

Blessed 

Before you kiss me

I feel your lips

Your body 

A fireball 

Burning me

Slowly 

Before i leave 

I will never say goodbye

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Αbout love

Moon know nothing about love

Man know nothing about the love

The humans love each other as they remember the love they received

Love is energy

Love is free and everywhere

Sun know nothing about love

As exist

Sun keeps shine

Give light and brightness

Humans know nothing about love

Love is not selfish

Love is not take or give

Love is a small gesture

little thinks as a sparrow came to the backyard

Love is few

Love can be big moments

Humans cannot understand love

Nobody can understand the cry of a newborn baby

Love we learn by giving away

By respect the man

Cherish the woman

Worship God

Love we cannot see

Or touch

Love is in ever little piece in earth

Listen your heart

Love as your heart beat

With harmony

With truth

Love is freedom.