Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Latin American woman with long blonde hair and a necklace and a black top and a glass of white wine in front of her. She's sitting on a white seat.
FIRE WINGS 

A distant day on the horizon resurrects, 
And shows the rising day, 
The day without end... 

The roof collapses 
to let the landscape in,
similar tatters from the walls 
to dances in disuse
A halo surrounds my pupils

I am an ungrateful woman 
non-phosphorescent recognition 
but forgetful and versatile 
A woman of good sense 

breath in the air 
the bubbles of my muses 
they come back from time to time to explode 
nuanced with light and sun 
They make me happy
 
I am the stained glass 
where the ashes make you stutter 
color and line 
I have wings of fire 
I can limit the power of the gods 
and cast down your imagination 
I was mortal reproducing 
I will be eternal destroying time 
I will blush when the cold takes me 
and I will be snow among my own flames!!!

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer. Poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters, author of seven books. Poetry genre. Awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. Commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.

Essay from Sevenchbonu Ozodova

Young Central Asian woman with long curly black hair and a black top and red jacket and brown belt standing outside on a brick sidewalk in front of a tree and lawn.
Sevenchbonu Ozodova
IF  YOU WANT TO BE POWERFUL , EDUCATE  YOURSELF !
One day , after  leaving   university  ,  my friend  and I took a taxi from the city to go home . At one point , the taxi  driver  asked us : 
“ who are you for society ? “ asked the question . 

And we : 
“We are a  student , we are  future teacher “ . we answered . Then taxi driver  looked at us and laughed : 
“What ?... you could not find it “ 

At the moment , I regretted spending  3 minutes of my  time thinking about  this person’s  question … Then the taxi driver looked at us : 
-	You are  a real  pest for the society , not only  for the society ,but also for your parents , no matter how much money you spend , pay the contract for your university and finish your studies , this one penny of your profit does not reach your family , because you feed  someone else …

But he doesn’t know  that I study  at the university with scholarship and  I thanked God for having a father behind me who would burn his soul for me to my study !
I wonder  if there are still people among us who think like that ? I can not belive it . In fact , I think that these people are the most harmful  people for our society today . Because that person thinks like that , and when he thinks  like that , he does not let his daughter study and poisons  many other  people around him . If everyone in our society thought like that , then our society would never produce educated , knowledgeable  , self-confident , conscious young people . 

A wise man : Make your children – sons and daughters – knowledgeable  and educated , if you have the opportunity to educate only one , make your daughter knowledgeable , because  I am a coward than a cowardly father , a wise and lonely father than an ignorant one . I saw that a righteous child was born to a fool father , but I did  not see a righteous child born to an immodest  mother , a wise one to an ignorant mother , and a righteous child to a thieving mother . If we want to  raise the nation , let’s educate women first !
  Nowadays  , many families and men are against women  going to study .  They  can not properly accept the opportunities  given to women and girls today . Because  they think it corrupts women and girls. 

   Recently , a women threw herself and her 3 children from 9th floor .  This is just a tragedy . This not a women’s , children’s or husband’s tragedy , but a nation’s tragedy . This is because  this nation burdened  a women with tasks that are  30 times more than her body  , they  decided that  if women works , she should give the money she earns to her  husband and others  , and if she  doesn’t work , she should sit at home without  spending  any money at all .  Also , they burdened  a women with the responsibility of having a child , a husband , parents-in-law , and a  sitter –in  for 7 clans .  
They came up with  the ancient  world  view  that only  the mother  should  be responsible  for the child , and father should be a pet man . 
This woman … this is not the first  … this is not the last …
Because with us  , a woman  is not a person  , because  she has been  prepared to be a bride  all her life  , she has not received education  , she has  not  received sarpo … she is not satisfied with the love of her parents   , she is only  satisfied  with advice , she is  satisfied with  unsolicited  advice…

As long as  the environment in society  does not change , such situations will continue  to repeat  themselves … 
Women who do not  receive  love and help  in raising  children  from their husbands  treat their children  as personal  property …
And if he wants to beat , if he wants  to kill …
And the society  builds  a city where they died  , builds tall buildings …
But it does not build  a proper  ,  practical system  to stop  this situation ! 
Let’s say even when women go to ask for a girl , they look  at  the girl from head to toe as if  they  were looking at an object . And in most cases , questions about  

“how many languages you know ? ‘ ,
 “what you are interested in  ?” , and 
“ which book you like ?”  are not asked .
 What is the question ? 
“They ask  if you know  how to cook?”  ,
 “Do you bake dough ?”
 “Are you a cooker?” …

In fact , you don’t  need a very  high IQ  for  these  things  , you can even learn  them by looking them up on the internet  these days .  The world  view of women  in society is this ignorance . 
         
         My goal is that every girl is willing , strong ,independent… 
   Let’s   study , girls : 
This is the only way  that will lead you to a better future and a beautiful life .

-	 In order not to depend on anyone tomorrow ;
-	To be self –sufficient ;
-	So that you can see what you want;
-	To give your child a good education and upbringing;
-	In order to have your own opinion and clear judgement   when  speaking ! 
-	And not to commit similar unconscious  actions . 


           There are so many  reasons that I can’t  finish writing ! 


     The education of girls is so  important in our society that to know this , it is enough to look  at the lives  of many women and girls around us . Women are  suffering , living under heavy pressure , dying , killing their child …


It    can  be  concluded  that    the  society  with educated  women and  girls  is the  strongest  and most  mature . The reason is that when a women studies , it affects not only  herself  but also her family  , children and relatives . 

Before the child is born what the mother  does in the womb , if she  learns , it will affect the child as well .  The way of life of families will change ,  there  will be fewer quarrels and misunderstandings in families where the woman is knowledgeable and intelligent .
 Today , we are living  in a time where the digital age is developing  , you can earn money sitting at home , you can be a useful person  in general . This is the time and it’s great , it should be used  properly . Every woman has a great tendency to grow , to be useful , to show herself . We just don’t recognize this tendency ourselves .
 

 Let’s say  you have a desire and talent for teaching   , you can take small videos  and post them   on the Internet  and show yourself . It is  interesting  because  so many people , kids , may not know what you know , and it is a win-win . You earn money  by teaching what you know , you show  your talent  , and  because of this , many people get new knowledge .

 And motivation for you : 
        Dear girls , if you try and fail , congratulations ! Most people do not even try .
        Dear girls ,  work hard so that one day you can write a big cheque  to your parents , so that they can go on a world tour 
        Dear girls , study hard that one day your school will invite you as  a chief guest.

        Dear girls , your career should your first priority . It is not selfishness. It is necessary .
        Dear girls , your father is working 12 hours  a day just to give a better life . So you have no rights to disappoint that person 
         Dear girls , when your parents are not  rich but still afford to give you a beautiful life . Appreciate their  sacrifices . 

   And  most importantly :  IF   YOU WANT  TO BE POWERFUL , EDUCATE YOURSELF  ! 

Denis Emorine’s new poetry collection A Step Inside, translated by Phillip John Usher and reviewed by Cristina Deptula

Two yellow and red and black cartoon figures with large faces standing on top of books and looking forward. The titular text A Step Inside goes down the middle.

Denis Emorine’s new collection A Step Inside attacks, blasts, compels, disturbs, and ultimately enchants us with the (quite literal) power of language. 

The first section’s poems evoke the psychological and emotional toll the creative process can take, along with its wonderment.  We begin with an anecdote where the speaker stabs the disembodied voice of his creative muse when it asks him to write about the woman he loves, then finds blood on his pillow as he has destroyed part of himself (Metaphor). In another memorable piece, the letters of the alphabet literally assault a protagonist (A trap). Other pieces speak to acknowledging inspirations and aspirations one cannot fully reach (Nocturnal), to the havoc creative obsessions can wreak on one’s personal life (Disobedience), to the rejection an artist can face at the hands of the public (Fever) to the struggle to be able to create at all (Face to Face) to the solidarity creative writers can feel for each other (In Solidarity). 

Yet, even with these tough-minded renditions of mental turmoil, the beauty, wonder, and ecstasy of the creative process still come through in A Step Inside. Emorine draws upon many of the traditional positive literary metaphors for inspiration: muses, stars, dreams, gardens at night, even in some of his most violent poems. Also, writer protagonists encounter magical moments others miss, including a lively visit with Kafka, climbing up to one’s flat. 

The second section, From My Window, consists of longer narratives blurring the lines between artistic performance and seduction. In one, a former live theater tech invites his female neighbor to dress for him in the robes of Greek goddesses. At first reluctant, she embraces the role at the end and chooses to dress as Venus before they consummate their relationship (The Mural). Another story shifts the gender roles, with a male artist undressing in tune with the rise and fall of music and another man watching and discovering his passion for him (The Virgin and the Shadow). In another piece, an old and sick man who comes close to cheating on his wife at a literary conference finds himself instead taking comfort in the memory of her healing touch (Irina) and the final piece, Twenty-One Hundred Hours, involves a chaste intellectual friendship that develops between an older professor and a sex worker who turns out to be a literary student. 

This new collection from Denis Emorine explores the different forms creative inspiration can take and the various ways it can shape and revamp our lives. Whether we are alone staring at a blank page in our bedrooms or encountering others at a symposium or theater, we can find ourselves wrestling with the angels of our art. 

Essay from Yahya Azeroglu

Nergiz Muhammedi Iran, named in white text in the left top corner of the image. Central Asian woman, young middle aged, big black curly hair and a top with flowers.

NOBEL PEACE PRIZE!!! The 2023 Nobel Peace Prize will go to Human Rights Defender, Southern Azerbaijani Turk, Zanjan-born Nergiz Muhammedi, who fought on the front lines of the Human Rights Struggle in Iran and is now convicted in the cold dungeons of Tehran and sentenced to 31 years of excessive punishment. As a soldier of approximately forty million Turks living in Iran, Nergiz Muhammedi and Azerbaijani Turks are always at the forefront of the struggle for freedom and Human Rights against the dictator Persian regime. On this occasion, I wholeheartedly congratulate Nergiz Muhammedi, Southern Azerbaijan The struggles of Turks for Human Rights and National Rights in Iran!!! After briefly talking about the Nobel Peace Prize given to Ms. Nergiz, let’s now see

WHO IS NERGIS MUHAMMEDI? She was born on April 21, 1972 in Zanjan, Iran. He successfully graduated from Imam Khomeini International University and received his doctor of physics degree. Throughout his university life, he wrote articles supporting human rights in student newspapers. Nergiz Muhammedi, who was sentenced to 16 years in prison in Tehran in 2016 for founding and running a human rights organization that campaigned for the abolition of the death penalty, according to information we received from reliable sources, was first arrested in 1998 for her criticism of the Iranian government and after serving eleven years in prison. In April 2010, she was summoned to the Islamic Revolutionary Court for her membership in the DHRC. She was released on $50,000 bail, but was re-arrested a few days later.

Meanwhile, Nergiz Muhammedi’s health had deteriorated while in custody and she suffered from an epilepsy-like condition that caused her to periodically lose muscle control. She was infected with the disease, so she was released and allowed to go to the hospital. Nergiz Muhammedi was tried again a while later, in July 2011, and was found guilty of “acting against national security, being a member of the DHRC and making propaganda against the regime”. In September, she was sentenced to 11 years in prison. He was sentenced. On July 31, 2012, Muhammadi was released from prison.

On May 5, 2015, Nergiz Muhammadi was arrested again based on new and unfounded accusations. The 15th Branch of the Revolutionary Court sentenced him to ten years in prison on the charge of “establishing an illegal group” and five years in prison on the charge of “counternational assembly and collusion”. On October 8, 2020, Nergiz Muhammadi was released from prison, and after a while, she was arrested again for another crime. While she was serving an unfair sentence just because she was a Turk. Her husband and two children live outside of Iran. When we think in this context, Nergiz Muhammedi deserves the Nobel Peace Prize. I congratulate her wholeheartedly and wish her success on this sacred path she has embarked on. I also thank those who contributed to this issue and congratulate her wholeheartedly…

Yahya Azeroğlu (TÜSKÜM) is the chairman of the Turkish World Art and Culture Centre.

Yahya Azeroglu Turkiye, written in script in the lower right corner. Older man standing out over a view of the city, looking out over buildings from a balcony.

CURRICULUM VITAE Born on 24/10/1955 in the Yukarı Topraklı village of the Ara district (ALGIZIL) of Iğdır, the margrave of Anatolia, Yahya Azeroğlu is the second child of a crowded family of 11 people. As a result of completing a significant part of his education in his birthplace, he migrated to Turgutlu district of Manisa with his family and spent a short part of his life in this charming district, the pearl of the Aegean region. After a while, Yahya Azeroğlu went from Turgutlu to Istanbul and met the literary figures of Turkey at the Turkish Literature Foundation in Istanbul.

We can list these literary figures such as Osman Yüksel Serdengeçti, Necip Fazıl Kısakürek, Arif Nihat Asya, Ahmet Kabaklı, Niyazi Yıldırım Gençosmanoğlu, Mehmet Akif İnan, Erol Güngör, Cemil Meriç, Ayhan Songar. Yahya Azeroğlu went to the conferences of these literary names and took literary lessons from them. Yahya Azeroğlu, who has made great progress in the field of literature, went to Germany after his military service, which, in his own words, was a debt to the country that he loved unconditionally, and took foreign language lessons there for 2 years, along with various cultural and artistic activities.

While residing in various European countries, Yahya Azeroğlu continued to publish his articles and poems in Turkish newspapers and magazines published there. In this context, his successful cultural works in Europe must have attracted attention, as he was invited to events such as symposiums, conferences, panels and poetry recitals held in many European countries. His poems were ranked and awarded in many poetry competitions he participated in, his poems were published in numerous anthologies, he was the subject of the book “My thoughts know no boundaries” by the famous German writer Claus Peter, whom he met in Germany. Azeroğlu also participated in the folklore activities of Elazığ, Bitlis, Antep and Diyarbakır regions. Due to this and many similar achievements, he became the subject of news in the famous BILD newspaper published in Germany.

Returning to his homeland in 1983, Yahya Azeroğlu settled in Iğdır, his birthplace, and served as the regional representative of TKK while dealing with the land inherited from his father. In 1995, he founded “IĞDIR POETS AND WRITERS ASSOCIATION” with his friends. He served as the president of the association for 15 years and published a literary magazine called “Edebiyat Bülteni”, which continued for 29 issues, together with the writer Fahrettin Budak. Yahya Azeroğlu, the privilege owner of the magazine, was also the editor-in-chief and chief writer of the magazine. Assist., faculty member of Celal Bayar University, Department of Science and Literature. Assoc. Dr. Necati Bayat, one of İrfan Murat’s students, used Yahya Azeroğlu’s art, life and poems as his graduation thesis by analyzing them and compiling them into a book.

Azeroğlu wrote many scientific articles under the names of “Mount Ararat in Turkish culture, the legendary village in the Aras valley (ALGIZIL), the social and cultural life of the Revan Turks in Taşbur, Ahlat and Alparslan, and Istanbul University faculty member Prof. Dr. Oktay Belli’s discussion of the Aras basin. He was accepted to the scientific committee team he established for his scientific studies on Ahlat. He was entitled to receive the Ahlat citizenship certificate for the 100-stanza Ahlat epic he wrote about Ahlat in 2012. He received more than 100 awards, plaques, certificates of appreciation and participation certificates for these works, and he received many awards in Azerbaijan and Turkish. The awards he received as a result of his work on the world of the world added color to Yahya Azeroğlu’s cultural and literary life.

In this context, he published his books named Çırpınış, Muted Screams, Take A Sample from Atatürk, Under Albayrak and The Epic Village in Aras Valley (Algızıl). İLESAM Iğdır for a long time. He served as a representative and participated in programs on various television channels for the January 20 Baku massacre and Khojaly genocide. He served as vice president of the Association for Denying Unfounded Armenian Claims (Asimder) for 2 terms. Yahya Azeroğlu, especially the Turkish Writers Union, Azerbaijan Printers Union and Turkmeneli Writers Union. He has been a member of many literary organizations in the world, including the Tabriz Writers and Poets Union. From time to time, he accepted their invitation and expressed his views by exchanging ideas on literary subjects.

In 2019, a student named Ebru Koçak, a senior at Akdeniz University Department of Journalism, used her research and analysis on the life and art of Yahya Azeroğlu as her graduation thesis and ensured that it was entered into the university archives. In addition, Yahya Azeroğlu, who is also the state artist of the Ministry of Culture, is the father of four children, two boys and two girls. He settled in Antalya in 2015, a long time after his retirement. He was elected as the vice president of the Federation of Eurasian Art, Culture, Literature and Science Associations (Askef), based in Antalya, and continues his cultural and artistic activities in the Turkish world to reach Turan. News articles and other articles written about Yahya Azeroğlu 1-Turkish Literature Magazine (Ömer Lütfü Mete) year 1981/issue 85 topic criticism2-Anadolu Newspaper 1982 Germany topic news 3- Bild Newspaper Germany 1982 topic news4-Yeşilığdır Newspaper.

Poetry from Mirta Liliana Ramirez

Older middle aged Latina woman with short reddish brown hair, light brown eyes, and a grey blouse.
Mirta Liliana Ramirez
Your Eyes 
(Dedicated to my son Esteban) 

A little piece of me 
He was delivered into my arms... 
With innocence and joy 
You looked at me... 
Sky blue eyes. 
You gave me life, 
I crossed the firmament 
And the sea in an instant, 
Reflected in your eyes 
I understood that those eyes 
Sometimes turquoise 
Sometimes blue sky 
Would light my way 
Every time I got lost... 
Because you would be 
The guide in my confusions.

Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.

Story from Rukhsatbegim Hojieva

Young Central Asian woman with long straight brown hair behind her head, brown eyes, a beige collared shirt and pink jacket standing in front of a white paneled wall.
Rukhsatbegim Hojieva

The greatest virtue

Once upon a time, there was a nobleman who had three sons. One day he called them to his presence:

My sons, I want to test you. Travel for a month. Spend this one month of your life doing good deeds useful to the people.

He said, “If one of you has the greatest virtue with your good deeds, I will give him the very valuable ring on my finger.”

Central Asian image of boys in cloaks tied at the waist with sashes and trumpets and balls. There's a horse and a man in a green cloak, sash, and orange striped coat and headdress.

His sons scattered everywhere and went on a journey. After traveling for a month, they returned to their father. The father asked his eldest son:

My son, what is the greatest meritorious deed you have done this month?

Father, one day I was passing by a garden street alone, and a very valuable diamond fell somewhere. I took it and immediately handed it over to the relevant authorities. The head of the administration thanked me, wrote this certificate in my hand, found the owner of the diamond, and handed it over to him. What I did is a proof of my rightness, isn’t this action the greatest virtue?

answered the eldest son.

His father said:

You did the right thing, my son, you did your duty. But this diamond is not your personal property.

Then the middle son spoke:

One day, I was walking on the edge of a big ditch. At that moment, I saw that a young boy had fallen into the water and was in danger of dying. I immediately threw myself into the water and pulled the child out of the water with great force. I saved him from death and handed him over to his parents. His parents were very grateful to me and blessed me. Even though my life is in danger, I think I deserve your reward for what I have done to save a young child from death.

Father holding his son’s hand:

Good son. I congratulate you; you felt your heart filled with joy just because of this beautiful work, so that is not a reward in itself? – he said.

Then the youngest son bowed to his father and said:

Father, there is a person who always looks at me with hostility and does bad things. Although I have done him no harm, he follows me and even waits for an opportunity to kill me. Last night, I saw my enemy sleeping on the edge of a very low cliff. If he’s sleepily tossed to and fro or woken up by a loud noise, he may fall into a precipice trying to get up. I slowly went to him without making a sound. I held him very carefully and slowly started pulling him towards me. Having escaped the danger for a long time, I continued on my way with high spirits and joy.

His father, filled with tears from his son’s good work, hugged him and kissed him on the face. And he said to his youngest son:

Long live my son! You have the right to receive my reward, because the greatest virtue in the world is to do good for evil, – he prayed, putting the precious ring on his son’s finger.

Poetry from Judge Santiago Burdon

Bad Habits and Old Addictions 


Just when I think I've finally lost them

Convinced they'd never find me again. 

There's a knock at my door

Heavy fists pound harder and louder 

Yelling for me to let them in 

Bad Habits and Old Addictions 

Constantly ringing the doorbell.

The Ding-dongs wakes up my weakness 

The flaws in my willpower now exposed 

To the uninvited influence wearing down my resistance 

Bad Habits and Old Addictions 

I buried them away years ago

Must've dug the grave too shallow 

They've escaped and returned 

My resolve losing faith to temptation 

Bad Habits and Old Addictions    

Our association never matured into a friendship  

More of an acquaintance of inconvenience at best 

Stained with bad blood 

Not one breath of trust  

Exhaling  air of incessant suspicion 

Bad Habits and Old Addictions

Where do I find the courage 

to tell them 

I'm more than the sum of my mistakes

I'm not the man I once was

No longer devoid of self-respect 

Or a festering scab on God's face 

Bad Habits and Old Addictions 

Now my subconscious is questioning my decision 

Sending them away may be a mistake

What's the harm in extending some hospitality 

After all they've come such a long way 

I'll tell you why they've gotta get Because one is too many and a thousand is never enough

Now head on down the road 

get your ass out of town

Don't ever think of coming back 

I've fought a long fight to save my soul 

Surrender no longer an option 

Confidence in the faith to stay true to my convictions

Vete Lárgate 

Bad Habits and Old Addictions