That Dog




He still regularly

Looks at photos 

Of London

On his phone,

He could be anywhere

When he does this,

That dog was

Thirteen pounds

Of amazing.




Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “London,” his second full-length poetry collection, is due out in March.

YOU
 
You turn my mind around you 
as a rosary in prayer 
When you surrender your soul to God 
my step towards you is moving. 
You buy me without money 
You call me without invitation 
I'm coming unannounced. 
Pray, I am closest to you in prayer.


FIND ME 

YOU unknown man who prays to God 
I am sending you a message 
through my dreams, find me, my knight! 
I raised ramparts of self-protection from all people, 
so high that I could neither see the sun nor the moon.
I dance in a circle with silk threads 
and skillfully wrap myself and 
separate myself from everyone and 
I'm already suffocating from my own darkness, 
recognize me that I am a soul in need of deliverance 
find me, take me, and set me free me from slavery. 
I don't know what love is, I don't even know what marriage is,
all those aspirations of other people are foreign to me. 
Find me and take me I need you!


Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.

As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle". 
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.

The future of the young generation has always been at the center of Uzbekistan’s state policy. Even today, large-scale reforms in all spheres are being rapidly carried out in order to eliminate the problems that have arisen in our country, to create conditions that positively affect the development and education of young people.

Uzbekistan is truly a country of youth. Young men and women growing up in this country have many dreams and goals. The initiative and support of the head of state will help them realize these goals. President Shavkat Mirziyoyev said: “As we have set ourselves the great goal of establishing the foundations of the Third Renaissance in our country, for this we must create the environment and conditions that will educate new Khorezmians, Berunis, Ibn Sinas, Ulugbeks, Navoi and Baburs.” In this, first of all, development of education and training, establishment of a healthy lifestyle, promotion of science and innovation should serve as the main pillars of our national idea”, – his words opened the way for young people to achieve great goals.

Many reforms are being implemented in order to effectively spend free time of young people, introduce them to the rich heritage of our ancestors, and instill love and pride for the motherland. In particular, we are witnessing the opening of many doors of success by the Republic Youth Affairs Agency. Special projects for women, development classes, new decisions, new stages of support are becoming more and more popular. That’s why it is worth saying that today our youth is strengthening the foundation stone to build their goals and future. Young people are recognized as an active layer of society in all spheres. In particular, the fact that this recognition has been doubled today is a great result. The reason is that their role was incomparable in the period of the Eastern Renaissance, in the activities of the moderns, and in the renewal of society. In this respect, this regularly forming layer requires constant guidance and support.

Analyzing the reforms implemented in the field of youth policy, we can see the inextricable connection between the state and the youth. Employment of young people continues in every direction. Necessary conditions are being created for boys and girls to develop in all aspects and get education. This is important for them to become a generation that will contribute to the development of the country in the future.

Gulasal Achilova, 19 years old

Anastasia: About today’s “Opportunity in Uzbekistan”.

HOW MY FAMILY SURVIVES:

ON HUMAN ADAPTATION TO HARSH HABITATS



If you’ve imagined

vast sandy ruins

you should intuit

there are Bedouins.

And icy wastelands

would seem to imply

there are Inuit

who would there reside.



BORN FOR TWILIGHT



Today’s worlds lose their edge.

Sharp light softens with age.

Silhouettes turn vague.

Colorshapes gray to sludge.

Horizon slides to sky.

I was born for twilight.

My seven senses smudge.



THE SILENCE MAY BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE NOISE: AN ILLUSTRATION






























--Duane Vorhees





FOR LOVE



You wanted to share my life;

time kept you from my past; the future hasn't come yet;

today is just for laughs.

Sometimes I know i bored you,

and other times ignored you.

You know how I felt toward you.

But to say I wanted no one but you would not be true.

I auditioned my actors, and you weren't in the cast.

Fitting out my clipper life replaced you with a mast.

You know that I adored you.

But once I had explored you

I just could not afford you.

Many a man has decayed and gone to bugs – but not for love.



THE BEAST



And now who's going to drool at your beauty?

Who's going to bark through the night?

Who's going to bury

his bone for you today?

and howl for your exclusive delight?



My head has become a slow white dove--

no match, I'm afraid,

for the swiftsweet addersss of your fingersss.

Just a flikflik of the tongue,

one whiplash embrace--

and

already

the rich delicious poison

invades my heart.



Imagine our bodies in braille,

fingertongues perusing,

teasing out nuances,

weighing every significance.

We turn over

sheet after sheet.

Each climax foreshadowed,

we read ourselves to sleep.



I love your body's several smiles

as I press my name on all your mouths.

I love the way your body smiles

in some of your most surprising places.

I love the several smiles your body hides.

I love the hidden ways your body smiles for me,

The Easter Egg Hunt of your passion. The gift at your Christmas Tree.



No music's only one finger on one string.

The ocean wants a moon to make a tide.

Left foot needs right to create a stride.

And flight requires flow and wing.

It all makes a kind of bawdy sense:

Selfish soliloquy, no substance.



sticky nights

with a peppermintcheeked wonderchild

gumdrop breasts and licorice thighs

and acres of sugar cube smile

(even sweets will turn sour

if left for overnight;

too many lonely long hours

between the passion and delight)

and now who's going to drool at your beauty?



Who's going to bark through the night?

Who's going to to bury his bone for you today

and howl for your exclusive delight?



I've had my wine,

my kiss and my cock,

my garden and my trial.



I've got my thorns,

my thief and my hill,

my boulder and my style.



Where are my ring,

my fief and my rod,

my halo and my choir?



...

IMPATIENT THIRST
 
The heat rushes me towards the summer... 
There is an impious thirst in me for what is coming 
Life begins to be me 
a mix of fierce freedom 
and fierce mistrust
A late tangle of reflections
will convert all creatures 
in small transitory gods ..

And when we finally worship them fiction will begin, 
How did it happen to the Greeks? 
If there is pain, our hope is consumed 
and gives life to the homeless 
Happiness has nothing, 
It's just the song of a soul in love 
Where eternity is today 
And I will know nothing then from those days... 
when your laugh 
It echoed in the corners of my loneliness.

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

Mother laugh… Mom, laugh, let go of sadness,

This world is not full. Rejoice and be filled with happiness,

I forget the pain. Mom, laugh, stop Pox from your feet,

See my happy fate, My dreams lead to happiness‌‌