Please share your thoughts about the future of literature.

Literature, as a human expression, is in constant evolution. As we move toward a digital and globalized future, literature continues to expand its boundaries, adopting new formats like ebooks, interactive narratives, and virtual platforms. However, I believe its essence remains intact: to tell stories, express emotions, and share human experiences.

I think the future of literature will also be shaped by cultural diversity, the inclusion of previously marginalized voices, and accessible knowledge. While some fear that new technologies may overshadow the depth and rigor of traditional literature, I believe these tools can be used to bring literary works to a broader audience.

As both a poet and a translator, I feel that translation has a great impact on cultural exchange, and poetry around the world somehow preserves beauty and humanity in this chaotic and fast-paced world.

When did you start writing? 

I started writing poetry at the age of 15. I would jot down random images, describing what I saw and how I felt about it. At the time, these were merely disconnected images, but later, I began to give them more coherence. That was my process of creative discovery.

The Good and the Bad. Who is winning nowadays?

 Good and evil are complex and relative concepts that have coexisted since the beginning of humanity. The perception of who is winning depends on how and from where one observes. While acts of evil or injustice tend to be noticeable and visible, there are also countless acts of kindness, solidarity, and resilience that often go unnoticed.

Nowadays, we face global challenges such as wars, conflicts, and social inequalities, which might seem to give evil an upper hand. However, we are also witnessing inspiring movements that promote high values. I believe that instead of asking who is winning, it’s better to focus our energy on choosing to be agents of change within our own spheres of influence, no matter how small they might appear.

How many books have you written, and where can we find your books?

So far, I have written and published three poetry books:

El cuerpo de la duda (Editorial Publicarte, Caracas, Venezuela, 2013)

Transfigurar es un país que amas (Editorial Dos Islas, Miami, United States, 2020)

La larga noche de las jaurías (Editorial Nautilus, Spain, 2023)

I am currently working on a new book. Some of my books are available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/-/es/Transfigurar-pa%C3%ADs-que-amas-Editorial/dp/B08L8ZHHYH

 The book. E-book or Hardcover book. What will be the future?

I believe the future of books should not be seen as a competition between electronic and hardcover formats; I think both can coexist. E-books offer advantageous accessibility, while hardcover books provide a tactile and emotional experience that many readers (myself included) deeply appreciate. In my particular case, I value hardcover books immensely. They occupy a special place in my home and in my life; I treasure them as art objects, as part of a great historical and cultural heritage, and, of course, for the unique sensory experience they provide.

 A wish for 2025.

My wish for 2025 is for humanity to move toward a more just, equitable, and peaceful future. I hope we find more reasons to unite than to divide and that every person has the opportunity to achieve their dreams in peace and harmony. On a personal level, I also hope for a year of growth, creativity, and gratitude.

A phrase from your book:

“The hand in the shadow possesses almost everything,

but it will always thirst

 for what it cannot take from you.

 Your resistance, your love,

your unique fire,

unextinguishable.”

Mariela Cordero. Valencia, Venezuela. She is a lawyer, poet, writer, and translator, and has received several literary distinctions. She has published the poetry collections: El cuerpo de la duda (Editorial Publicarte, Caracas, Venezuela, 2013), Transfigurar es un país que amas (Editorial Dos Islas, Miami, United States, 2020), and La larga noche de las jaurías (Editorial Nautilus, Spain, 2023).

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Tear Time

1.

I think it’s time

to acknowledge

ticking of the clock.

2.

Heart rate of all our hearts

thumping against

bump of the world.

3.

We might be doomed

in a battle

with no chance to stop.

4.

Hollywood fakes

pop guns shooting

starting bubblegum armies.

5.

Earthquakes signaling

volcanoes spitting

where they want.

6.

Thunder and lightning

opening our eyes

praying for the good help of God.

This poem

Today dish a day comes with guns wound

Our civilized in wild tongue lick the vegetables; blood the pepper,

Giant enough to sting scorpion’s up our Stone’s

Yes Snippers wounds

BUT of the war of gods whom are strange and we slice our hands to lick,

Chanting crocodiles into our regions.

Strangers peep into the ocean bid of bowls as vegetable visit the bar on their tongue,

The motherboard gathers us in a destination where gorilla of new society are stock in the belly of females keep debating for whom birth it out

When the boy to seep from the cup of lit thick and the moon of ceaseless flowing river

Rushes down to the toe of an elephant,

Maybe our nightmares will drives us Long to where I birth out new baby

That will wipe away our scars in tears

And cleanse the raw looking of Old dining ( poverty)

I am devolution and revolution,

If am in the stage of first, I flash my network to sands of years back

How our images are reap God

and the thinking that laid in our neutral network now

Are deads then, if am the couplets

I envision tomorrow folding thousand days together

And I junction to a flower environment where I lick binta sugar

And it voice to me of

” Introduce your ash to him” 

Clinging her hands to a light

And i hug her words as I pour out our challenges to.  Yes he paved anew

Idris Sheikh Musa (Newborn Poet) is a prominent Nigerian writer from the heart of Minna. A member of Hill Top Creative Art Foundation (HCAF) national headquarters along David Mark Road, Minna, Niger state. He has some of his works published in magazines such as Legend International, Synchronized Chaos, Ikeke Art, and the Kalahari Review.

Prehistoric Enchantment of Twentieth Century: Popularizing Fairy Tales of Science: Dragons of Romance and Dinosaur Renaissance 

Examine a close reading of Jurassic Park with textual references and critical perspectives.

“The Lost World: Jurassic Park” franchise by Michael Crichton is a novelization of Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein Or The Modern Prometheus”. Michael Crichton’s masterpiece of the science fiction genre satirically critiques scientific and tech revolution, biological evolution, DNA research, paleontology and chaos theory. Modern filmic adaptation stages the mise en-scene and psychodrama of Jurassic Park: Fallen Kingdom and Jurassic World Dominion through animatronics and computer generated imagery. Isla Nublar conservatory is a themed park of cloned dinosaurs genetically engineered and genetically modified from the fossilized DNA by International Genetic Technologies Inc.

InGen. Mathematician Dr. Ian Malcolm and geneticist Dr. Henry Wu perform pharmaceutical experimentation upon these captured herds of dinosaurs in the setting of Isla Nublar in Jurassic Park: popular science fiction and lost world culture of the paleontological deep times. Extremely rare species are preserved in conservatory but nonetheless,these predators become a threat to visitors. We must embrace complexity theory and /or chaos theory to examine the aftershocks and aftermath of climate change exposing environmental managers of Yellowstone National Park. Medical doctor buttressing as a bestselling novelist to publicize paleontological paranormalism and spiritualism of evolution, dinosaurs and extinction to truly massive audiences. Satirical critiquing of hubris and corruption of industry and politics intricately foreshadows behind the scenes of verfremdungseffekt. 

Western world industrialization, rationalization and global colonialism within the twentieth century have been sequestered of wonder and mystery, thus leaving a legacy of skeptical disenchantment. Language of myth, magic, romance, folklores and fairy tales are encapsulated in the engendering of dreams, visions and dantesque journeys, speculative illustrations through palentological-geological novels like “Jurassic Park” and “Lost World”. Even pure scientific discovery is an aggressive and penetrating act viscerally banishing equilibrium of flesh in the robotic cyborg posthuman. Protagonist paleontologist Dr. Alan Grant is gobsmacked with Ellie Sattler to discover prehistoric remains of atavistic beasts and meets John Hammond, the venture capitalist with growth potential in exchange for future profits founder of InGen and owner of Jurassic Park. Billionaire showman and pity bernam figure expostulates “That’s a terrible idea. A very poor use of new technology…helping mankind is a very risky business. Personally, I would never help mankind.”

John Hammond doesn’t feel humanitarian philanthropism and altruistic agency to cater for vaccination and immunization with bioengineering companies projects investments. His Visitor Center and Private Bungalow epitomizes eclecticism and eccentricities, while bereavement of fatalistic accidental death encounter epitomizes rationality of disaster from unemphatic corporate systems analyst. While strolling, the corporate magnate is flabbergasted by a tyrannosaurus roar (ironically defrauded of his own mischievous grandchildren’s recorder, he is fated to death trap by herd of Procompsognathus. Malcolm’s prognostication of awry of the genitalia female mutilation in the biological reserve.

Meanwhile computer scientist Dennis Nerdy unbeknownst to Malcolm smuggles dinosaurs embryos off the island and commits industrial espionage by infringing DNA samples to Biosyn because of his low salary and financial bankruptcy. Nerdy disables the park security system to pilfer the embryos initiating a cascade of failures disrupting electrical fences and what follows is  a power outage stranding protagonists. Postpounding creepy sci-fi science outpacing morality, human beings fate, technocrats of nature or the nature’s apocalypse wrecking human survivalism exhorts human beings pantheism in exchange for fertility and bounty from mother nature Gaia. 

With Wu’s assistance, John Hammond appropriates Jurassic Park to Modern Prometheus and Frankenstein, casting God to plague the world by unhindered and unregulated innovation is ripe for potential abuse and corruption; unless divination of celestial hierarchy intervenes the consequences of disastrous catastrophes imperils humankind. Icarus audacity of moira transgressing to critique insatiate profittering capitalism through central planning of greediness and recklessness embodied into economic rationalism associated with consumption and production. We should let nature take its course without coercion, curtailment, censureship and containment.

Soviet communists looking at death and despair all around them while Hammond is despotic and tyrannical to defend central planning policies and procedures to master nature. “You decide you will control nature”.  “You are in deep trouble because you can’t do it. Here you have made systems which require you to do it. [..] ‘’there’s a sudden, radical and irrational change which is built into the very fabric of existence.” Hubristic and naive characters like Hammond, Hu and Arnold wish to enforce measures to protect endangered species and mitigate global warming contrasting pragmatists and realists Grant, Sattler and Malcolm.

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Cover of a Book

Can I buy you a drink?” the tall, rumpled man asked the petite woman in the tavern. She was a looker, he thought, lightly licking his lips. 

She narrowed her green eyes at him, looked him up and down and replied, “I don’t know, can you?” 

Ralph became newly conscious of his shabby street clothes. He was still attired in the garb he favored when working undercover for the police department. But, his thirst for a beer had been so great that he’d dropped in without going home and changing first.

He managed to respond, “When your students get it wrong, do you make them do it over again until they get it right?” He’d noticed the “Teacher of the Month” ribbon affixed to her top. 

She couldn’t suppress a smile. “Do you always answer a question with a question? But, I guess I just did that too. Never mind, buy me a drink – it’s been a tough day. May I buy you a drink? From the way you are dressed, I imagine I can afford one better than you.” She was ribbing him, he thought. 

Ralph called out “Garcon, we would like to order drinks. She’s buying me your cheap beer. What am I buying for you, dear?” 

“I’ll have an atomic gin – I mean gin and tonic – sorry for my name for the drink. Drink enough and they are atomic – blow your mind.” 

They engaged in getting-to-know-you small talk for some time, consuming several libations in the process. Ralph didn’t reveal his occupation; he saw no reason to tell “Annie” that he was a cop. It was partially defensive; a lot of citizens were turned off by his choice of careers. Besides, he was enjoying the charade of being mysterious. After all, it was part of his lifestyle. 

Finally, Annie put the question to him: “What do you do for a living, Ralph?” 

He smiled. “Ah, but that would be telling.” 

“Can you at least tell me if you’re legally employed?” Annie asked, with a little pout. 

“Very legally, if there is such a thing. I don’t like to talk about myself unless I’m being paid, which has never happened, but I would like to know more about you, Annie.” 

“I educate business men.” 

“Just men?” 

“Mostly men, but quite a few women have liked my lessons.” 

“What do you teach those men and women?” 

“You might need some lower level introduction before you would understand…” Annie realized she might be talking down to Ralph and stopped talking. 

In the midst of an awkward pause, into the tavern walked Ed, who, like Ralph, was a vice cop. He worked a different precinct, however. 

“Hey, bro’,” said Ed in greeting, slapping Ralph on the back. Suddenly Ed caught sight of Annie and drew up short. “You’re a little out of your territory, aren’t you?” he asked archly. Annie looked daggers at the man. 

“Hey,” Ralph spoke up. “Do you two know each other?” He pointed alternately at the pair. “Ed?” he prompted. 

“A lifetime ago,” replied the other man. Turning to Annie, he remarked, “You’re looking good.” Annie said nothing. Getting the message, Ed said, “I’ll check you later,” and he drifted off. 

“How do you know Ed, Annie?” asked Ralph curiously. 

“It was a…business relationship.,” she said shortly.  

Warning signs began going off like fireworks in Ralph’s brain. How would he ever live down being taken in by a hooker? He must be losing his touch, he thought, and shook his head.  

Annie became aware of Ralph’s sudden coldness and said, “Excuse me; I have to visit the little girls’ room.” She hopped off the barstool and vanished in the direction of the restrooms. 

Ralph, meanwhile, with his cop’s intuition for the dark side of human nature, walked across the bar to find his fellow detective, Ed. He found him talking to a stunning brunette. He excused himself to the woman and drew Ed away from her. 

“Hey, man,” he said once he had the other man to himself, “what’s the deal with Annie?” 

Ed, annoyed at breaking the rhythm of his seduction of the other woman, said, “what do you want to know?” 

“Where do you know her from?” 

“It was a business transaction,” replied Ed. 

“Damn,” exclaimed Ralph. “You mean she’s a pro?” He was mortified. It was as bad as he’d thought. 

Ed’s face showed his amusement. “Relax, Ralph,” he said. “Annie is a professional–businesswoman. She taught a seminar last fall. You remember when I was considering retiring from the force and starting my own business? Well, afterwards we dated and I’m afraid it didn’t end well. In all events, there were hurt feelings all round. Excuse me, a lady is waiting for me, and I’d hate to disappoint her.” 

When Annie returned, Ralph felt bad about suspecting her of being a prostitute. It was clear she had put two and two together and read his thoughts. She was decidedly colder now. He felt like he had to come clean. 

“I’m apologize, Annie” he said. “I jumped to the wrong conclusions and I am sorry.” He saw her features soften. “Can we start over?” he implored. 

A small smile blossomed on Annie’s pretty face and she said, “Alright. Everyone deserves a second chance.” 

Ralph sighed with relief. “Do you think you might have a drink with me next Saturday?” he asked. 

“If I say yes, can you leave the vice cop at the door?” she asked. “I’d hate to be on the scene of a bust,” she said wryly. 

“Promise,” said Ralph. “How about Doug’s place, in the central west end?” 

 “Ok, I’ll meet you there.” Annie felt relief at the now relaxed vibe. 

Out of the blue, Ralph asked, “Are you worried that I drive a car that matches the way I dress?” 

“Ok, let’s just drop all that, but you could dress for a possible second date. By the way, I don’t mind dating a cop.” 

Touche! He thought with a grin. 

                                                

At dusk 

I undress my curtains 

The sun smiles at my bed

As I kisses the rays of hope 

The morning calls out my name 

Awakening with golf dimples 

Positive thoughts – river in my heart 

Flowing like a peaceful flood 

That is a mirror that reflects/shines future 

I spread myself 

spray my wings and fly 

As a smile hugs me

Every single day I rise after the short death