Six Untitled Monostichs flour tortilla minnow tomorrow — casserole the martian trowels — sneeze beep citadel — denver me a cake rabbit — yes no space breakfast — pyramids underscore freedom socks — 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 Colorado, USA.
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Poetry from Taylor Dibbert
Water Bowl By Taylor Dibbert He still Freshens up London’s water, It’s usually something That he does Once a day, He doesn’t know What he should do With her ashes, He just knows That he Misses her A lot, So much, All the time, He also knows That London Is still here. Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset,” and the forthcoming poetry collection “Home Again.”
Poetry from Wisdom Adediji
Here, In This Lucid World Of Mine
Here, the sky is a gathering of clouds
raining ruins over this body of frail wishes,
And my thoughts are gods that illusion me
toward the path I long for but never reach.
I’ve learned to mold heaven for things that drift
me into a hollow of dearth, things that peel
my prayers from God’s palms like an exfoliated igneous
and strip my heart from the body of faith.
Here, I confine the density of my loss
and cloak them with words
before lowering them into the
belly of a poem, into a hiding place.
But no one sees, not even in my poems— how
a boy is drowning and calling for grace.
All they do is watch frogs flutter happily into the rain’s embrace
and listen to crickets orchestrate from the dark into the open.
No one weighs the heaviness croaking in the frog’s
chest, or the brokenness of clouds that births
the rain rubbing palms with darkness
hovering in the crickets’ songs,
Or sees the boy building a paradise for each
sin he scribble on his forehead.
Poetry from Maja Milojkovic
Water As a Gift to Life Water as a ritual symbol of baptism, A man plunges into the river, vows to the priest to leave his old habits And emerges sanctified with a prayer Water as the source of life, The first morning bath and salutation to the Sun, The first glass of water as the most precious drink, And the last meeting with ritual water when a person dies, He leaves bathed to return to the beginning of this story... A soul is born into a new body, While the doctor after the birth of the mother bathes the child And congratulates the mother who drinks a glass of water with a smile on her face. Lesson Everything in life is like a wheel of fortune and misfortune. Everything changes and is not permanent, our inner attitude is important, That it is a show for our eyes, A test for the mind and heart And above all a great lesson. 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 shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
Poetry from Ogwuche Bella
My home has mastered the act of wearing the devil as a character
Everything here is a shadow of another body
even the night comes in the mask of hell at the sight of dawn
we mastered saying goodbye faster than
living my father is a chapter of a grieving testament where everything
darkens so we'll we mold ashes out of ourselves.
The news headlines flaunts a girls who crawls slowly into dust.
I fear I might be after her. My mum says much about
contentment so I teach myself how to love my country. Suddenly I remember
broken things doesn't love. I have thought myself how
to crawl into love by spelling it backwards. On the highway a young boy teach
me how to pray before his body kiss the soil but I fear
that a prayer is a torture to my tongue, I do not wish to trade my words for emptiness.
Photography from Isabel Gomez de Diego
Poetry from Eva Lianou Petropoulou
Faith We are here to believe To share our dreams To share our verses Our beautiful soul We are here to cooperate To feel And bring happiness Security We are here to make our dreams in reality We Are here to respect The nature We are here We follow our intuition We are here for a better world Wishing all To love themselves first To love each other To give Better give than receive That makes us better person Peace I like the colour of the nature Is pink and green and blue I like the dreams that comes to my sleep Smiles at children's faces I like the creativity that brings me so much hapinnes Poems and stories travel like birds Feel like a child Feel free I like the colours of the rainbow I like the rain I like the sea This is the peace for me People from so many different countries That became my brother and sister... A book A book open his pages A boy start to read And heroes come out of the chapter Weapons start to make a noise Bombs Was coming down to buildings School were vanished The boy start to cry.... Nobody could hear it They were all occupied to count their small green and blue papers. . So much paper So many bombs So many people occupied from the nothing ... That comes and destroy Everything... The boy closed the book... He took another one And he starts looking the beautiful illustrations So Many flowers And strange fruits And a lot of animals that were sitting just around a big lake. There was a forest also with big trees And a big mountain The chapter had a title: _The peaceful world of Olivia_ The boy continue to read and that afternoon was the most amazing time in the world.. Biography Eva Lianou Petropoulou is an awarded author and poet from Greece with more than 25 years in the literary field who has published more than 10 books. Her poems are translated into more than 15 languages. Eva Lianou Petropoulou is President of of Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association represent Greece. She is a member of the International Association of Authors and Artists in Greece, a member of the Association of Korinthian Authors and a member of the Association of Authors and Artists in Pireas. She is the President of Global UHE Peru for Greece, the World Ambassador of the University of Ethics in India, a Member of the Academy of Farsala, a literary agent in several magazines, a member of the editorial board of Olas de l arte Magazine, an Ambassador of Namaste Magazine in India, representing Greece.