768- Love. All you need is. Makes the world go ‘round. Is a many splendored. Thing. Love Shack. Love Boat. Love Canal. Kevin Love. Thirty Love. Forty-five love. Sixty. Love. Somebody to. Love. Hiroshima My. Love. Love hurts. Love is a battlefield. Love at six thousand degrees. 769- Joy in the morning. Joy to the world. All the boys. And girls. Joy to the fishes In the deep blue. Sea. See. Blue Meridian. Blood Meridian. Jeremiah was a. Prophet. 770- Violent Femmes or Psychedelic Furs. Dead Kennedys or Dead Milkmen It’s all happening at zoo. Charlie Don’t Surf. It smells like. Teen spirit. Victory. 771- Astro turf never needs water. Plush lawns for pink flamingoes. Black jockey statues with ring handles. Tethers for ghost ponies. Kissing cousins to Christmas displays. The reindeer. And the elves. Yard dwarfs and garden gnomes. Paint them with glitter. Glow in the dark colors. Lawn ornaments need attitudes. 772- Easy reading or Life Stories Briefing for a Descent into Hell or Woman of Solitude The Golden Notebook or The Bell Jar Canticle for Liebowitz or Wittgenstein’s Mistress Desert Solitaire or Arctic Dreams Hades in Manganese or An Alchemist with One Eye on Fire Portrait of Dorain Gray or A Guided Tour of Hell (again) 773- Patti Smith. Solo. Portraits of people. Stuff. Walt Whitman’s tomb. Sonic’s Fender. Cross with a mirror. Mapplethorpe’s hands. His slippers. His star mirror, London. His cross. Jesus with a flower. V. Woolf’s cane. Duncan Grant’s paintbrushes. Pitted mirror, East Sussex. The River Ouse. Robert Graves’s straw hat. William Blake’s head. Not a Fordham Baldie. A visionary. Brighton Beach sea gull. Herman Hesse’s typewriter. Bust of Baudelaire. Brancusi’s grave. Ingres’s Christ detail. Rimbaud’s eating utensils. Godard seated, Alexandria. St Sebastian. Details. Arrows. Turin. Shroud. Details. Stuffed bear with a Calling card tray. Tolstoy’s house. No one home. Self Portrait 2003. Unfocused. 776- Ocean Avenue Salvage: A Personal History Of: My mother’s metronome Her mother’s books DeMaupassant Robert Louis Stevenson Richard Harding Davis My mother in law’s tea cups My father in law’s tools My step-mother’s wicker baskets My father’s picture in a heart shaped frame Their Shaker Art It’s a gift to be simple
Category Archives: CHAOS
Poetry from Ian Copestick
The Police Questionnaire -------------------- Someone I know is trying to join the police force. I know I feel the same way too but I really love this person. I was asking them how the first online interview went. 'It's just like a kind of questionnaire sort of thing. What would you do in certain circumstances' Me, being a natural piss taker said; You come across a gang of white men standing around, and a black man on the floor, bleeding. Who do you arrest ? If you answered The black man. Welcome to the police.
Essay from Nilufar Tokhtaboydva
Photography from Isabel Gomez de Diego
Poetry from Jerry Langdon
In The Shade Stop trying to sell me your light. You are only going to lose the fight. I've been there; I've seen beyond that beam. What you are so sure of is just a wishful dream. Maybe you will find peace but I only found sadness. A sadness that immerged me into the arms of madness. A madness that drove me to my inner core. Where I dwelled and part of me will dwell evermore. In a darkness that harbors negativity Feeding on every drop of positivity. Only in that I let my misery torture me In that darkness am I truly free. Sick I'm just sick I'm adDICted I need a fix I need you with me I need a kiss So what's it gonna be? Can't you just hold me? 'Cause I'm a dick I'm conVICted Watch my tricks My heart is incarcerated All that I wish Is that I stay sedated Why are we so complicated? I want your touch It's not like I'm asking much We're half way to defeat 'Cause we never seem to meet I need you bad Can't we have what we had? I'm just sick I'm adDICted I need a fix I need you with me I need a kiss So what's it gonna be? Can you just hold me? 'Cause I'm just sick From southwestern Michigan, Jerry Langdon has lived in Germany since the early 90's. He is an Artist and Poet. His works bathe in a darker side of emotion and fantasy. He has released five books of Poetry titled "Temperate Darkness an Behind the Twilight Veil", “Death and other cold things” “Rollercoaster Heart” and “Frosted Dreams” Jerry is also the editor and publisher of the literary magazine Raven Cage Zine poetry and prose. His poetic inspirations are derived from poets such as Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As well as from various Rock Bands. His apparently twisted mind, twists and intertwines fantasy with reality.
Poetry from J.D. Nelson
February first peanut butter sandwiches for dinner tonight — weary of winter my tongue goes to the space where my teeth used to be — I’ve just missed the bus I can walk home by the time the next one arrives — bio/graf J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of ten print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *Cinderella City* (The Red Ceilings Press, 2012). Nelson’s first full-length collection is *in ghostly onehead* (Post-Asemic Press, 2022). Visit his website, MadVerse.com, for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Boulder, Colorado, USA.
Story from Yoldosheva Farangiz
There was a boy named George. When he came home from school, he returned all the oil dirty and dirty. And he did his lessons in the evening when everyone went to bed. He would use this time to occupy himself with the telephone or television. He slept late at night and woke up late in the morning. When his parents told him to read, he was playing in the street. Nobody liked this. Day by day he became lazy and immoral. His teachers also sent a letter of complaint against him to his parents. He was told to find a solution.
His father heard this and cut off the TV in the house and took away his phone. His father brought him a book. And his father said to him: “I will give you one month to finish reading this book”. George, who finished the book brought by his father in 1 month, changed. Teachers were also surprised. “Is it possible to change a person in 1 month?” they said.George had changed completely. He finished the book that his father brought him and studied all the knowledge in it.took a place in the ranks of excellent students. He was among the activists of the school. He gained the respect and trust of his teachers. Everyone looked at him with pride. A day before graduation, there was a parent-teacher conference at school. George’s parents and himself also participated in it. his teachers said warm thoughts about George. They praised him. And George’s father was asked a question. “How did you manage to change your child for the better?”
George’s father” I turned off the TV in the house and took away the phone. I gave him a month’s respite. I brought him a book. I saw a change. I also gave away various books. Every month he finished reading one book. He would finish several within a month. I would take a book instead of saying no. I was happy. In the first grade, the diary of a child full of threes and twos was filled with Fives. I wanted to fly to the heavens with joy after hearing this. His mother was just crying. “Our child will change for the worse.” What now? He is crying with joy. He doesn’t know what to say. I am more impressed by what you just said. I am pleased. Many thanks to you too. I am proud of my son. I am proud to have such a son,” he shouted loudly. No one has ever seen a father who said these words with tears in his eyes. The whole hall trembled. Everyone cried and clapped. Father and son hugged each other and cried together.
Graduation day. George’s father saw his son’s awards and gave him a car. Speaking to George, he told who and what was the cause of these achievements.George: “If my father had not taken the phone from my hand, turned off the TV, and given me books, I would not have achieved these achievements. My father works day and night for me. I did not even think about this work. I live by reading books. I saw how difficult it isI felt my father’s pains and sufferings. First of all, I set a goal. and i got it. That doesn’t mean it’s over. It means that there is more to come…” he said, and everyone was impressed by this and clapped. “One more thing, if you keep a book as a friend, it will always help no matter what and in what situation.
Yo’ldosheva Farangiz was born on July 16, 2006 in Surkhandarya region, Sariosia district, Republic of Uzbekistan. She is studying in the 11th grade of the 12th school in the Sariasiya district.