Poetry from Safarova Sabrina Fazliddin qizi

THE WORLD AND US

Tired of the world’s deceptive games,
At times exhausted, at times worn away.
Through countless knots that life became,
I set my heart aside one day.

Some spread carpets beneath our feet,
Some dig deep pits along our way.
Sometimes the friend we trust deceives,
While foes may bear their own dismay.

And who are we within this boundless earth?
Just travelers in a borrowed place.
In this short life, this fleeting path,
Why do we bring each other disgrace?

Like our elder Abdullah, we should proclaim:
“My homeland, your pain is my pain!”
When noble dreams arise within the heart,
My homeland is my joy, my honor, my name.

I need no false devotion lasting years;
One moment of truth is enough for me.
If you stand with pride and live content,
Even the coldest heavens will know your dignity.

My name is Safarova Sabrina Fazliddin qizi. I was born on September 7, 2005, in Khatirchi District, Navoi Region, Uzbekistan. Since childhood, I have been passionate about learning, creativity, and the world of literature. The art of words, poetry, and literary works that reflect the human soul have always inspired me.

Currently, I am studying Russian Language and Literature at the Uzbekistan State University of World Languages. Studying the Russian language and literature, analyzing the works of writers from different historical periods, and expressing my thoughts through creative writing are among my main interests.

In my free time, I enjoy reading books, writing poetry, working on creative ideas, and exploring the world of art. For me, literature is the most beautiful way to express the human soul, emotions, and reflections on life. My future goal is to expand my knowledge and experience, become a highly qualified specialist in my field, develop my creative abilities, and make a meaningful contribution to society. 

Poetry from Lan Xin

Immortal Oracles

Poem By Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)

Humankind wanders through wild woods of spiritual mist

Countless souls sink into primordial chaos

Lost and fallen in the ignorance of greed, anger and delusion

Clouded inner eyes fail to behold the true nature of the heavens and earth

Beloved humankind

Do not linger in the net alone

The golden lotus has grown in the depths of the soul

Petal tips gather light from higher dimensions

Resolutely piercing layers of confusion

Awakening slowly in the midst of chaos

The Dongba priest blows the white conch

Its call pierces layers of cloud and mist

Rushing straight to the gates of the thirteenth heavens

Carrying ancient signals

knocking at the roots of the universe

Awakening the soul of civilization sleeping in the cave of signatures

The golden phoenix soars across the sky

Its clear cry scatters the dark haze of the sky

Feathers shake off sparks of starlight

Prometheus’ fire

Gently plucked by the clear wind of the sacred mountain

Falling on the snow line of Mount Kailash

Scattered across the vast Martian soil

Above the Möbius strip

Time breaks free from the closed loop of bondage

The shadow of the Himalayas steps through a thousand years of solitude

Cradling the lingering echo of snowland chants

Passing them to the Pleiades stars

The wisdom of Sirius, following the strings of the cosmic lyre

Flows into the hidden realms of Nubia

Medusa’s gaze

No longer a curse of stone

But a clear mirror that sees through all illusion

The all-seeing eye

Looking down on the mortal world from the high-dimensional sky

Witnessing the sleeping mind slowly waking to new life

This is not the final chapter of the decay of oracles

But the opening stanza of the soul’s awakening

When all high-dimensional imprints resonate in harmony

When the sparks of world civilizations merge once more

The long-slumbering mind

Will finally hear

— The oracles that once fell

Engraved by the universe for the Earth

— An echo of light.

Poetry from Mahbub Alam

Middle aged South Asian man with reading glasses, short dark hair, and an orange and green and white collared shirt. He's standing in front of a lake with bushes and grass in the background.
Mahbub Alam

Reflection of the Soul

The soul is everlasting,
Though every human, at some point in life,
Must depart from this earthly shore.
The body is left behind,
While the journey continues beyond.

Thus we are noble, blessed,
Honored, praised, and wrapped in love,
Though sorrow still leaves its gentle trace
Upon the contours of our faces.

Each living soul, when parted from its frame,
Moves onward to another realm.
Though the body may break and fade,
The soul transcends, crossing
From this side to the other.

Some forms never truly perish.
As souls are gathered beyond,
Layer upon layer in unseen order,
So too certain legacies endure,
While all else passes into dust.

A day shall come when every soul awakens.
A day shall come when every being rises,
Reunited with its form,
Hastening toward the Great Sustainer—


The One who grants life today,

Takes it back tomorrow,
And on another dawn restores it once again,
Body and soul together.

Yet we remain consumed by countless tasks,
Busy with the burdens of our days.
We forget our true existence.
We forget our highest worth.

We seldom seek the voice within,
Nor reach out with hands of love.
We do not widen the roads for one another.

And yet, sharing our sorrows and affections,
Our joys and griefs,
Our peace and unrest,
We could become a tree of comfort,
Spreading shade across the world.

Today’s present will stand one day
In the court of the future;
Some will smile,
And some will weep.

Still, paying the price of time,
Each of us continues to live
In our own way,
Upon this fleeting earth.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh

08  May, 2026.

Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.

Once when he was in grade ten in 1990, his Bangla letter was selected as the best one from Deutsche Welle, Germany Radio that broadcast Bangla news for the Banglalee people. And he was given 50 Dutch Mark as his award. They would ask letters from the listeners to the news in Bangla and select one letter for the best one in every month.     

From 17 to 30 September, in 2018 he received a higher training in teaching English language in Kasetsart University of Thailand for secondary level students through a government order from education ministry. 

On 06 November 2015 he achieved Amjad Ali Mondal Medal for his contribution in education field by a development organization in the conference and felicitation function for the honorable personalities at Rajshahi College Auditorium. 

On 30 December 2017 from West Bengal in India he was declared a ‘Literary Charioteer’ in Bangobandhu Literary and World Bango Conference and they awarded him with a Gold Medal in their International Literary Conference and Prize Giving Ceremony.

In 2018, he achieved Prodipto Lirerary Award in Prodipto Literary Conference at Kesorhat, Rajshahi for poems in Bangla literature. He received honorary crest from the administration of Chapainawabganj District Literary Conference and Cultural Function in 2021 and 2022 consecutively. 

His poems have been published in many international online magazines such as Juntos Por las L Raven Cage Zine, and Area Felix.  His poems have been translated and published in Argentine and Serbian, and he participated in many international online cultural meetings. 

Poetry from Jasmila Talić-Kujundžić

Levitating

I have never had my feet on the ground

I have never been deaf to the sound

Of clapping wings

I always had multiple rings

As a proof I am a wife to the world of Beyond

As a proof I have a strong bond

And unity with the Self

I have piles and piles of books on the shelf

But Words are coming straight from the Soul

As Alice I am falling into Rabbit’s Hole

I have no fear of becoming small and insignificant

I have no fear of touching my inner infant

I have great fear of becoming large

I have great fear of being deceptively in charge

Of keeping an illusion of masquerade ball

I would rather scream and call

Everyone to rip off their masks

To give up on their made up tasks

And hear the sound of wings clapping

Or maybe I should be tapping

Myself to the ground?

High voltage woman

There should be a sign on my forehead

So everyone could just sleep and go to bed

Instead of trying to be awake with my high-maintenance Self

They should just leave me on the shelf

Full of misunderstood books

I just don’t care about looks

About shallowness

About being less

I have never stopped being much and more

I have never stopped searching for soul’s core

A sign should say:

“Caution, high voltage”

I am somewhere near middle age

But it doesn’t stop me to engage

Myself fully to every emotion

To every life motion

I admit, it is exhausting

Sometimes I wish I could just sit and sing

Just dance and stare at sky

Just watch the birds fly

But I am a mother 

I cannot just say I don’t care, I don’t want to bother

With life’s biggest responsibility

I want to learn how to have ability

To relax

But still be me

But still be someone who deserves True Love

Just the way I am 

So dangerous, high-voltage woman.

Jasmila Talić-Kujundžić

Short biography:

Jasmila Talić-Kujundžić was born on December 26, 1989 in Banja Luka. She completed primary and secondary school in Zenica, and in Sarajevo, where she still lives, she obtained a master’s degree in Psychology at the Faculty of Philosophy.

Her first novel “The Sky Window” (BMG, Bosanska medijska grupa, Tuzla, 2025) was awarded as the best manuscript at the “My First Book” festival competition.

Jasmila worked for six years as the editor of the youth magazine “Preventeen”. She has a lot of experience working with children and young people, and has worked in schools and day care centers. She has published poetry, prose, essays, and articles on numerous portals, magazines, and anthologies.

She also won first prize in the competition for the best newspaper story organized by “Naša riječ” Zenica in 2008.

Jasmila is currently focused on motherhood and writing.

Essay from Kumushbibi Hamidova

Scientific Foundations of a Healthy Lifestyle: A Systems Biology Approach to Human Longevity

A healthy lifestyle is not merely a modern wellness trend; it is a comprehensive, biologically substantiated approach to optimizing human physiology, preventing chronic diseases, and extending healthspan—the period of life spent in good health. According to modern biomedical and biophysical research, human health is a dynamic equilibrium governed by the interplay between genetic predisposition and epigenetic factors, the most prominent of which is lifestyle. The World Health Organization (WHO) estimates that more than 50% of individual health outcomes are directly determined by daily behavioral choices.

From a systems biology perspective, the human body functions as an interconnected network of biochemical and physiological pathways. When these pathways are disrupted by poor habits, the body shifts from homeostasis (stable balance) to pathogenesis (disease development). This article explores the fundamental scientific pillars of a healthy lifestyle and their mechanisms at the cellular, molecular, and systemic levels.

## 1. Nutritional Biochemistry and Metabolic Homeostasis

Nutritional science has evolved beyond the simple concept of satisfying hunger or counting calories. Today, it is understood as the cellular delivery of macronutrients (proteins, lipids, carbohydrates) and micronutrients (vitamins, minerals) essential for driving metabolic reactions.

### The Energetic Balance and Mitochondrial Function

Every cell requires Adenosine Triphosphate (ATP), the primary energy currency of the body, generated by the mitochondria. To maintain metabolic homeostasis, energy intake must match energy expenditure. Chronic caloric surplus leads to the accumulation of visceral adipose tissue (fat around internal organs). This tissue is not inert; it acts as an endocrine organ, secreting pro-inflammatory cytokines such as Tumor Necrosis Factor-alpha (TNF-$\alpha$) and Interleukin-6 (IL-6), which drive systemic, low-grade chronic inflammation.

### Glycemic Index and Insulin Resistance

The consumption of high-glycemic carbohydrates (refined sugars, processed grains) causes rapid spikes in blood glucose. In response, the pancreas secretes large amounts of insulin to facilitate glucose uptake by cells. Over time, constant hyperinsulinemia desensitizes cellular receptors, leading to *insulin resistance*. This state is the pathophysiological hallmark of Metabolic Syndrome, Type 2 diabetes, and accelerated cellular aging.

### Lipid Profiles and Cellular Membrane Integrity

Lipids are essential components of cellular membranes, maintaining their fluidity and signaling capabilities. Replacing saturated fats and artificial trans-fats with polyunsaturated fatty acids (specifically Omega-3 fatty acids like EPA and DHA found in fish and flaxseeds) alters the composition of cell membranes. This optimization improves endothelial function (the lining of blood vessels), lowers low-density lipoprotein (LDL) oxidation, and significantly reduces the risk of atherosclerosis and coronary artery disease.

## 2. Kinesiology and Cardiorespiratory Physiology

The human musculoskeletal and cardiovascular systems are highly adaptive architectures designed for movement. Physical inactivity, known as hypokinesia, initiates a cascade of degenerative structural and functional changes across multiple organ systems.

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[Physical Inactivity] ──> [Endothelial Dysfunction] ──> [Nitric Oxide ↓] ──> [Arterial Stiffness & Hypertension]

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### Aerobic Capacity and Endothelial Health

Engaging in regular aerobic exercise (such as brisk walking, swimming, or cycling) increases the stroke volume of the heart and expands the vital capacity of the lungs, optimizing systemic oxygenation. On a molecular level, the mechanical shear stress of blood flowing through vessels during exercise stimulates the endothelium to produce *nitric oxide (NO)*. Nitric oxide is a potent vasodilator that relaxes blood vessels, reduces arterial stiffness, and regulates systemic blood pressure.

### Mitochondrial Biogenesis and Muscle Plasticity

Musculoskeletal adaptation to physical load involves a process called *mitochondrial biogenesis*—the creation of new mitochondria within muscle cells. Driven by the activation of the master regulator PGC-1$\alpha$, an increased density of mitochondria allows cells to burn fats and sugars more efficiently, increasing physical endurance and protecting against metabolic decline. Furthermore, resistance training prevents sarcopenia (age-related muscle wasting), which is vital for preserving metabolic rate and skeletal integrity.

### Myokines and Brain-Derived Neurotrophic Factor (BDNF)

Skeletal muscles act as endocrine organs during contraction, releasing signaling peptides called *myokines*. One prominent myokine is irisin, which crosses the blood-brain barrier and stimulates the expression of *Brain-Derived Neurotrophic Factor (BDNF)* in the hippocampus. BDNF promotes neurogenesis (the birth of new neurons), enhances synaptic plasticity, and serves as a powerful natural defense against neurodegenerative disorders such as Alzheimer’s and depression.

## 3. Neurobiology of Sleep and Circadian Rhythms

Biological systems operate on an internal, evolutionary timekeeping mechanism known as the *circadian rhythm*. Governed by the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN) in the hypothalamus, this 24-hour cycle regulates hormone secretion, body temperature, and cellular repair.

### The Glymphatic System: Brain Detoxification

One of the most vital scientific discoveries in sleep medicine is the *glymphatic system*. During slow-wave (deep) sleep, the extracellular space in the brain increases by up to 60%, allowing cerebrospinal fluid to rapidly flush through the tissue. This process effectively cleanses the brain of metabolic waste accumulated during waking hours, including neurotoxic proteins like beta-amyloid and tau proteins, which are directly implicated in cognitive decline.

| Sleep Phase | Dominant Physiological Process | Health Benefit |

| — | — | — |

| **Deep Sleep (N3)** | Glymphatic clearance, Growth Hormone secretion | Brain detoxification, tissue repair, and immune strengthening |

| **REM Sleep** | Neural pathway reorganization, emotional processing | Memory consolidation and psychological resilience |

### Endocrinology of the Dark Cycle: Melatonin and Cortisol

As environmental light decreases, the pineal gland synthesizes *melatonin*. Beyond inducing sleep, melatonin is one of the body’s most potent endogenous anti-oxidants and radical scavengers, protecting cellular DNA from oxidative damage. Artificial blue light from screens suppresses melatonin synthesis, delaying the sleep cycle and artificially elevating morning cortisol (stress hormone) levels at night, which disrupts the natural hormonal balance and impairs immune function. Clinical data indicates that adults require 7 to 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep nightly to preserve these homeostatic functions.

## 4. Pathophysiology of Chronic Stress and Psychohygiene

While acute stress is an evolutionary survival mechanism (“fight or flight”), modern chronic stress acts as a persistent, low-level physiological toxin that slowly degrades the body’s defenses.

### The HPA Axis and Systemic Wear

Perceived chronic stress triggers the continuous activation of the Hypothalamic-Pituitary-Adrenal (HPA) axis, leading to sustained high levels of glucocorticoids, primarily *cortisol*. Prolonged hypercortisolemia exerts a destructive effect on the immune system by inducing the apoptosis (programmed death) of T-lymphocytes and suppressing natural killer (NK) cell activity. This leaves the body highly susceptible to viral infections and compromises its internal surveillance system against mutated cancer cells.

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[Chronic Stress] ──> [HPA Axis Activation] ──> [Persistent Cortisol Rise] ──> [T-Cell Suppression] ──> [Immune Deficit]

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### Neuroplasticity and Mindfulness Interventions

To counteract HPA axis dysfunction, practicing psychohygiene—such as mindfulness, breathwork, and cognitive behavioral adjustments—is essential. These practices shift the autonomic nervous system from a sympathetic (“fight or flight”) state to a parasympathetic (“rest and digest”) state via the vagus nerve. Over time, these interventions promote positive *neuroplasticity*, increasing gray matter density in regions of the brain responsible for emotional regulation (the prefrontal cortex) while shrinking the overactive fear center (the amygdala).

## 5. Toxicology: Cellular Impact of Xenobiotics

A critical aspect of a healthy lifestyle is protecting the body from harmful external substances (xenobiotics), specifically nicotine and ethanol, which cause significant damage to vital organs.

### Nicotine, Carbon Monoxide, and Cellular Hypoxia

Cigarette smoke introduces thousands of toxic compounds into the respiratory tract. Among them, *carbon monoxide (CO)* has an affinity for hemoglobin that is roughly 200 times higher than that of oxygen. When inhaled, it binds to hemoglobin to form carboxyhemoglobin, severely reducing the blood’s capacity to transport oxygen. This induces systemic *cellular hypoxia* (oxygen starvation), forcing the heart to work harder and damaging the delicate endothelial lining of arteries, which accelerates cardiovascular disease.

### Ethanol Metabolism and DNA Adducts

When alcohol (ethanol) is consumed, the liver prioritizes its clearance using the enzyme alcohol dehydrogenase to convert it into *acetaldehyde*. Acetaldehyde is a highly reactive, toxic compound and a known carcinogen. It interferes with DNA replication and repair by forming destructive DNA adducts (bonds), which can cause permanent genetic mutations. Furthermore, its metabolism generates massive amounts of reactive oxygen species (ROS), leading to oxidative stress that destroys liver cells (hepatocytes) and can progress to cirrhosis.

## Conclusion: The Epigenetic Power of Choice

In summary, a healthy lifestyle is a deliberate, scientifically backed system of daily habits that work together to optimize human biology. By understanding and applying the principles of nutritional balance, physical movement, circadian alignment, stress management, and toxicological avoidance, individuals can actively influence their genetic expression.

While we cannot alter our inherited DNA sequence, we hold substantial control over its *epigenetic expression*—turning on health-protective genes and silencing disease-promoting ones. Ultimately, cultivating a healthy lifestyle is far more than a preventative measure; it is the most effective, biologically proven strategy to achieve long-term vital energy and biological longevity.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

When the Waters Fall

You are the anchor in my paper boat,

the firm branch on the crest of the gale;

my fears are clouds heavy with thunder,

and your hand is the sky that lets them rest.

When the sea shrinks and the wind screams its rage,

you are the silence that dwells in my chest;

my soul is a field ravaged by the storm,

and you are the seed that knows how to wait.

There is no tempest that does not tire of fighting,

nor darkness that would not yield to your light;

you are the path that opens in the clay,

the breath I hold in my cold hours.

Because companionship is the sun that rises

just when we believe the night will never end,

an embrace woven with threads of stars,

that sustains the world even when it falters.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution’s Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet in the Educational and Social Relations Division of the UNACCC South America – Argentina Chapter.

Poetry from Dr. Kathleen Bryson

50th Anniversary of the Moon Landings  

I. Day  

I scan London for some sign,  

but no one seems to remember  

so I’m watching Google Doodle  

to get a real sense of the undiscovered  

lands. Men can go to the moon but I  

I cannot even be bothered to go to south of the  river or Dalston to watch the commemoration film I’ll  I’ll see it tomorrow I promise myself.  

I looked earlier in the morning for moon  

moon jewellery, scavenged through my necklaces  but found nothing. Stars,  

stars, I think later in the day,  

I could have worn star jewellery.  

Google Doodles. The banality.  

This is not what I expected, which I  

I might as well admit happened to be global peace  the world united in Western commemoration.  Girls in silver go-go boots, young men painted chrome,  a U.N. Declaration to call it Moon Day.  

Everything stops just like the footage  

video I duckduckwent all the  

all the way to YouTube.  

Only three London cinemas  

movie theaters theatres cinemas theaters theatres  screening the big day.  

Maybe the programmers forgot the  

the momentous occasion but  

but most likely it’s generation y z born after  

but x still remembers the child blips of  

of space boots tang. Or maybe not.  

I am American. I am an extraterrestrial here.  

Different history but  

but my fate has converged here in London like  like my mother’s egg and  

and my father’s sperm against the odds.  

Everyone in the world gets along in love and beauty.  Beauty. I’d like to teach the world to sing.  

Sing. We have sailed to the stars. We have touched up Luna.    

Instead everyone taps their smartphone in deep thought I  I console myself to say maybe they’re watching the  the landings too or at least the Google Doodle.  I was seven months old but we  

we were in the Arctic with no TV or  

or even radio so my mother told me  

several years ago when she elaborated that 

she never could in fact have held me up  

to see the screen as I had always assumed.  

My mom too only saw it properly for the  

the first time this year at the age of 75.  

Instead we have a slither in the  

the White House bleating soundbytes on Mars a  

a desecration no communion tongue to cheek  

frenching the white tongue of the cool moon,  

our opal rising blue and gold green glittering  

like a Turk’s eye in the old form of  

of turquoise adjective admixture earthrise protect us  

us against the evil eye we are one people,  

we are one, we are al one.  

Like Knut at tides we stare at our phones at  

at inevitable earthset cut off from it it all but  

no we I one in the queue for the 249 bus one  

one woman at last is wearing a shirt  

with ostentatious stars on it that’s  

got to be it has to be a tribute I think but  

but I say nothing nothing to her.  

II. Night (when it is eerie to consider the scope of our passions a half year before the  pandemic)  

I will try not to let it go to my head.  

But Apollo 11 Astronaut Michael Collins  

just liked one of my space paintings on  

Instagram today of all days.  

I was just thinking that if someone ever  

ever offered me a free trip to  

the international space station I  

I would turn it down I think. Chicken a  

squawking earthbound chicken a flightless bird.  

Would you? I text my friends  

whilst humblebragging about social media valentines.  

I’d really have to think about it,  

friend one says. I couldn’t live easily myself  

if I turned down the chance, friend two says.  

I would go too, I say, because I’ve now changed my mind.  

Ha ha, no one’s asked, says friend two.  

My new friend MC is begging me to  

come with on his next launch, I text,  

claims he got a little bored with just Armstrong and Aldrin.  

I was going to go to bed, but I got so overexcited over the  

Michael Collins contact I poured myself a glass of champagne and  and went out looking for the moon.  

However, I also dropped the Ikea glass and  

and then cut my hand whilst being a responsible citizen. I  

I give a hoot and don’t pollute. I was  

was walking down a road next to mine home champagne 

Widow Click actually and  

and bleeding from my hand. I text this. Life in second person.    

Perfect, says friend two, that’s peak life.  

A guy tried to pick me up and I said  

I was looking for the moon, I elaborate.  

Then he saw my bleeding hand and desisted.  

“I dig crazy chicks,” says friend two.  

“Crazy chicks are easy…  

Oh wait, her hand’s bleeding… Nah.”  

I am texting with one hand. Time for a bandaid.  

Goodnight. Goodnight, Moon.  

London on the Moon  

Moon on a Stick is a good name for a pub  

or a retrofuturist dessert or a prog-rock album. 

I wonder how often it has occurred to you that 

all space medical doctors are essentially veterinarians  

due to their expertise in multiple species  

A.L.F., Vulcans, E.T., greys their 

cats, hamsters, bluebirds, dinosaurs.  

It has occurred to me. 

And now you have looked askance  

on my latest commission, 

on the anatomically incorrect Crystal Palace dinosaurs  

I was bribed to paint for £200 

alongside watercolour Routemaster omnibuses.  

I have defied you and painted this anyway.  

Despite my benign pareidolia that has me detect  

fizzing physiognomies in nearly everything  

with increasing regularity these days 

including the predictable jolly man  

like a 1970s smiley decal plastered on my planet’s rocky satellite. Yes, I know you can’t see the curve of the moon when you’re on it;  yes, I know you cannot see stars save the sun from the moon;  yes, I know there are no Crystal Palace dinosaurs or red buses on the moon.

Kathleen Bryson is an Alaskan-born evolutionary anthropologist and an EU virtual reality research fellow, with previous posts at Oxford and QMUL. She has had four novels previously published; 25+ short stories in publications ranging from Aesthetica to Bending Genres; and 45+ poems in venues from Magma, Star*Line, Always Crashing to Ranger.