in the box of the tomorrow

skull fragrance
& pasta bowling
& forest hush



is this ladder a worm to snow?

you bother me
danish zoo


sherman coyote

chickpea— don’t!



halo farm

in charge of the sauce
(mumble, mumble)



crackling toulouse

shopping for
a tooth


at the old ben franklin store

balking
falcon


J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many small press 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 MadVerse.com for more information and links to his published work. His haiku blog is at JDNelson.net. Nelson lives in Colorado, USA.

Volunteering is not a job, not a hobby, not a passion – it’s a calling!

Help people, communicate with people, invaders, implement the most insignificant ideas, study. It helps not to sit still, but to move forward. Volunteer activity now is exactly what helps a person to remain a person, helps to melt hearts.

For me, volunteering means more than just a word. I think a volunteer is a person for whom there are no limits to the kindness and desire of girls. This is a person who improves every day and fulfills his treasury of good deeds, and even the smallest, but good deed is already good, a volunteer not only fulfills himself, but also helps others to realize themselves. Volunteers gather information for anyone in need, they don’t come back from those in need and help in any way they can.

Now, I am a volunteer coordinator. I myself chose this path, and even if there are small troubles along the way, I will try to overcome them easily.

I believe that everyone has the right to decide their own destiny, we must move our country to a higher level of development, gradually the patriotic spirit of all people must be developed gradually on the rise, on the rise of volunteers doing great work in their regions and the country as a whole. I have been volunteering for only a short time, but I have already learned a lot. I try to cultivate patriotism in myself, love for work, I learn to implement my own health and the health of loved ones, the main desire is to live with my soul and good deeds. I am full of ideas, and I bring them to reality, so I am not going to stop there, but I plan to move on and conquer new heights.

Being a volunteer is an adult, to increase responsibility, to be able to take the necessary words in a working situation.

There are many examples of volunteer activities, and this is wonderful, because anyone can be involved in it without spending any special individuals. Sometimes I get the feeling that it was not me who came to help them, but they came to me. You remember these conversations for a long time, every time you get up in the morning, you think whether you are worthy of this life.

Volunteers do not need to be paid for their services, in most cases, probably because it is not fair. It is dishonest in identifying people around you, in recognizing people, objects you helped, dishonest in identifying yourself, because the best result is the realization of your usefulness to whom you need. Volunteering is a great contribution to the foundation of the future.

When I help others, I show in myself the strength to accomplish feats. I do not have to sit still if I know that my help is needed and I have the time and opportunity to help. I do not ask for anything in return/ Fs a result in return I take wonderful emotions.

 ZARINA ABDULINA,

Student (3^rd year) of  Bashkir State Pedagogical University

named after M.Akmullah

Zarina Abdulina was born on November 20, 2000 in the city of Tashkent in an ordinary family. She was an only child and a support.

After graduating from school in 2016, she entered in academic lyceum at Tashkent State Pedagogical lyceum named after Nizami and graduated with honors. In 2020, she became a student of the Bashkir State Pedagogical University named after M.Akmulla, Faculty of English Pedagogy.

She began her professional career in 2019 at school No. 291 of the Bektemir district, where she proved herself to be a responsible and performing employee, also showed herself as a young journalist in the press service of the khokimiyat of the Bektemir district and was awarded a number of diplomas and thanks.

Zarina Abdulina is actively working in the public education system, making an exemplary contribution to improving the effectiveness of the state youth policy, educating spiritual, talented and creative young people.

Z. Abdulina, having the opportunity to speak fluently in 6 languages of the world at the same time, has recently been helping schools to educate young boys and girls like her and find their place in our society on the basis of the “Ustoz va shogird” project.

Since 2020, the newspaper “Bektemir haqiqati” has been publishing articles in English and Russian in the direction of youth policy in our republic and in the development of socio-economic spheres.

Since 2021, she has become the founder of the “I am a Volunteer” social project in the Bektemir district, and together with her team helps people with disabilities, a boarding school, and low-income families.

Zarina is respected by leaders and officials for her deep knowledge, many years of experience, exactingness, initiative and organization, discipline, exemplary behavior, sincere disposition. Based on her work experience, she honestly and conscientiously performs any work assigned to her. There is one very good expression: “Throwing a boomerang of actions, think about how you will catch the boomerang of consequences.” Doing good to others now, we rely on their help in the future. Well, he always finds his way to the right people and we don’t have to bypass him.

PAPAVER RHOEAS

We are terribly alone.
And that is easily tolerated.

Poppy fields.
Flowers break their necks under the blue cover, their magnificent heads bleed. The rustling of the aspen is almost eerily soothing...
I guess that's how it happens before death.
The wind carries the voices of our mothers instead of pollen;

Don't touch those red flowers, your skin will dry out, you can die!

We stayed away from poppies, throughout our childhood and growing up,
we deftly avoided death,
for safety;
we chose white meadows,
picked daisies,
we wore white linen,
for peace -
white flags would flutter in our hands for a short time and we would lower them to the ground.

Sometimes we would meet
and on light fabrics
we would see each other's wounds, confused,
because we did not enter wild fields.
And it hurt.
And it hurts.

Our mothers did not know,
and our graves know;
that red petals reduce pain,
so, secretly, we rub them deep into the wounds,
and that the syrup from their blossoms helps children to sleep peacefully, that's why we constantly drink it from onyx glasses.

And we don't ask who,
we don't ask where,
we won't get anywhere
if we don't go ourselves
There(?)
We lie in the ground,
it will hurt
less 
everywhere
than 
here.


Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia.
Winner of several international awards for poetry, including:
Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,
„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020.
Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021.
„Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022.

She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.

All the Birds Forever

We went to a place where a lot of people went and we loved each other and talked about whether Boba Fett loved Spock and Brandy vs. Monica and then sometimes for fun we would pour tar on each other until we died and got mad at each other for cheering when the alligator ate the kid. It was a great thing and terrible like words made of vomit and corncob and golden eggs that smell like vomit. But maybe it would get better someday because also America gets better someday when you vote. And shoot the Nazis though you’re not supposed to say that or how the Supreme Court should retire and go be the biggest of all rear ends underwater so the dolphins can get them. These are the things you remember from your friends until one day everyone is bought and you can speak freely about how you are bought and can’t say anything else. The whole world is just one guy and that is capitalism. It’s not really any worse than before though before is also what was bought and turned into a human centipede of time scrolling so it is hard to know.

Being So Difficult 


It’s May 7,

2023

And Google

Is asking him

To look back

To four 

Years ago,

To a photo

Of the ex,

He wishes

That Google

Would stop being

So difficult.

Aim 

There was a man named Nizam, 
He killed 99 people and couldn't calm. 
He felt ashamed and wanted forgiveness, 
He treated it as a challenging race. He went to a Sadhu to get a way, 
But Sadhu disappointed him and Nizam found no way. 
Nizam killed the Sadhu as he was angered, 
And had gone to another Sadhu with a view to his need. 
Nizam had to go a place Sadhu said at last, 
Nizam tried going fast.
But the angel of death came and Nizam died, 
Can Nizam see the path of light? 
Now a divine angel want to take Nizam's soul, 
Whereas hell's angel said it was not the divine angel's role. 
The head of angels came to give a solution, 
Angel said measure Nizam's destination. 
It was more than the middle point 
The divine angel took Nizam's soul, 
Nizam was got rid off for his aim and goal.

+



Water for Children 
   and fresh Clean Sky 

Ancient's thought Wander
Love won't have to try. 

If Graves You are Building 
  to Remember this day 
Remember the Children, 
       a Good Place to play. 

Nature's Reward 
    to 
       Who Cares  at all

Eternity's Bliss
         Can Wander 
                Stand  Tall

When  You walk with Ancestors 
     and Fruits Life can send 
A  Gift   to Your   Children 
     Our future,  My friend. 
     
                       ♡
                                                              ...



by  John Edward Culp 
    January 28, 2018