Poetry from Mahbub

Middle aged South Asian man with glasses and combed black hair and a white collared shirt
Poet Mahbub

The Blooming Catkins

Catkins bloom everywhere by the rivers or hills

Blows soft wind and a kissing hiss

Around us all white and green

Murmuring sound of the rivers

Then what it strikes?

Brings me back from going ahead?

In this stirring mind I struggle with fire

Can’t be dissolved so easily

No attention for solving

How much the green leaves drop from the branches of the tree

Can there be any account?

It started raining

All ready to step towards home

But I?

Barred in the stormy night.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
08/10/2019

The Love Boat

Rowing the boat it pours the rain on the body and soul

Feel soft cool breeze

Quench the thirst for blood

The world is moving

The boats from here to there all the way

The snakes swim on

I like to play with them

And see the deer running in the forest

Darkness and light reflects on the water

I walk, run and fly

On the ground or sky

I smile, cry and hug

On the journey to my dear

Let’s spread our breast together

Pressing and kissing not missing all over…..

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
09/10/2019

The Gifts of the Deaths

Though death is an unwanted gift

A darkened light to the eyes

Burning to cries

Rivers groaning and deploring over the killings

In our everyday life it has become a common sight

You see the complaints’ face in the newspapers

On the television screen or through the website

O men, young, old or child

Lying silent on the laps of the mother

In the dengue fever bed, beaten, slain or fired

Or so many others over day and night

O women, also of the same young or old

Made a journey to where nobody ever

Not to be disturbed ever and never

A place better than we can have here

What’s the meaning of life?

Beasts know better

Because they love us, guard and investigate

But not like to kill as the human hearts in such cruelties

Life is as valuable as to the moon or sun

A gift to you, to the world

A death the same to the one

Welcome to the unimaginable peaceful dawn.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
15/10/2019

The Smiling Sunny World

It was drizzling and the sun was peeping

Glowing and flowing to the face

Brightens the whole

Grave and deep

On the waters and leaves

The blue water body of the Saint Martin

How does it reflect?

Never seen alike

You are my attire

Cover up the body

My love, the smiling sunny blue- green world.

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
17/10/2019

The Competition

Dolphins competing in the race

Fly the fins on the waters

We, the observer

Keen to enjoy the game

On the other hand here in this place

The flying fins spread the blood over head

Bleeding and taking to the den

The sound of crying and moaning

Over the torture and death

In the shade of the leafy trees

What’s the meaning of the printing pages?

What’s the result of science and technology?

If it does not sustain

The role of the tigers or lions

Trapped and controlled

What a human brain!

Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
17/10/2019

Poetry from Michael Robinson

Middle aged Black man wearing a tee shirt hugging an older White woman, fellow contributor Joan Beebe, to his left. They're standing on concrete in front of some bushes.
Michael Robinson (right) and fellow contributor Joan Beebe (left).

Rotation

For Michael

Around and around the blades rotates,

Life is a series of rotations,

Four blades rotating above my bed.

My mind keeps spinning and spinning,

In the streets one by one they are killed,

For having black skin with a voice.

It is a circle of rotation like the fan,

It keeps turning and turning,

Without end into the midnight hour.

9-1-2020

No one Knew

In the hours before his death he prayed,

Listening to the wind in the winter winds,

He continued to pray in solitude.

As the thoughts about his life,

Came to him he realized that,

Life was a series of rotations.

No one knew he laid in bed,

Watching the blades of the fan,

Circling around and around,

Until the day that they stopped,

Finally, he saw the ceiling,

Covered him with all its whiteness.

9-1-2020

Seeing into the Past

            For Michelle

Past events seem so distant from me,

Black men on a ship chained together,

Being beat until their skin was raw,

Running into the bushes looking for freedom.

It was a troubling thought that came to him,

Running and running as the police cruisers,

Chase him with guns with bullets and night sticks,

It can not be in the 21st century he was being chased.

He had escaped from the ghetto and lived in the suburbs,

He had escaped from the ship momentarily he was free.

Until, the slave owners realized he was free.

He was beat and returned the ghetto.

9-1-2020

Future of Being Free

For Eric

Did you see him run into the brushes?

As the dogs barked and chased him,

Disappearing into the night as his skin bled.

There was a trail of blood from his back,

As he kept running into the moonless night,

Knowing that he would die with his freedom.

9-1-2020

Confession III

For Bianca

My raw skin covered with scars and more scars,

As freshness of the sea covers my bloods soaked,

Skin day after day on the open skies.

In the sky ahead of me waiting for me,

Over the horizon there is a bright yellow ball,

Calling my name each day as we sailed.

It was a night without the moon’s light,

When everyone was asleep on the ship,

He slipped out of his chains heading to the sun.

Poetry from Mark Young

found poem

anchovies

breathe through

the pineal gland

Transportation

The terms of

his natural

life included

an embargo

on the use

of artificial

intelligence.

redundant millipedes

          Discrete grids

          in the low density

          part of a model

now house a population

of 1.4 million. Each house

          has a swimming pool.

          All have traffic woes

& face critical food shortages.

[untitled]

Thought as high-

      pitched as

helium voice. In-

tuitive anime.

Go Figure!

A monarch butterfly collapses

on the ground & dies beside

me, triggering a memory of

those Lana Turner we love you

get up lines. Frank O’Hara re-

vived, recycled as a nature poet.

noodle

turquoise

tortoise

purple

turtle

Poetry from Ross Maclean-Bryant

STATIC ATLANTIC
Here the windows open onto sky’s grazing,
Tumbling through the landscapes with ultraviolet features
And upturned eyeballs.
Brushing the chipped shoulders of 7-day lotharios,
Barking at houses and uniting in a chorus of frayed knots.
The rosy squeals of the pig pen were never far away,
Chin deep in soapy water and mimicking the superstars of daytime television.
Showers screaming.
Can we seek the relief of 2:00am blackouts?
The wilderness in two miles of personalised number plates?
I left my head treading cathedral yards,
Pondering the value of Exe.
I never liked how broad those shoulders could be.
Another flock torn into motorway stations.
Waxing gibbous and the occasional telegraph pole
Bristling with prickled declarations,
‘Untangle all the lanes and burn the views’
NOEXIT.NOEXIT.NOBALLGAMES & salvation.
Until then we’ll peruse the wristwatches and altered states of appearance,
Asking only questions, but were we ever still alive?
20/09/2020 Exeter, Devon

SEMPER EADAM
.who in the stops of 12-19 Fore St.
Shrugged off the silvery inevitable
And the bitterness
Of the glitter box granite.
Pressed with a deadpan disdain for modern life
And JAN&KEITH4EVA.
Is this the greatest thing you’ve (n)ever scene?
(Pylon to B4) A tension within the gambit,
Shaving a min. or two from the GRN root
Until ‘The End’
Preserved itself a little differently.
Over phished clouds pass like cattle,
Brewing car stock for shovel headed storeys
And increasing the chances of reign fall.
OR in constant use.
Please advise.
11/08/2020 Welcome Street, Exeter

BAD HOMBURG ADJACENT
(…) blend ‘Blue no.5’ with screwdrivers,
It will crawl through the yards, the postcards, and heels.
Plugging holes in the carpets with its broken jawed azure,
Pondering cord progressions,
The cut ’n’ paste never (may contain salt).
From its amber lit pockets were the kwik tongues of hermits
Stitched to the din of its hot tin lining. ON SALE@public addresses.
‘Was it time to feel electric?’ – whoeveryouare
It processed the rhythms of future folklore,
Screwed another ribbon into the barking purple.
Seldomly bobbing over radio waves
And for Displaying Purposes Only.
Beyond were the fruits of circa ‘43
Ripening in the synonym: streets,
Temporarily built to last
With bottled capped receptions at the
PAYE.SLOT.CASH. Trespassers will be prosecuted.
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>
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W/duvets in the whistle stoop,
Showers in the bistros,
Tyre tracks up the backs of lonely harts,
The wrong side of a set of showroom curtains.
Trespassers will be prosecuted
So stockpile you’re remaining darlings
//bad homburgs remain adjacent
Dazzlingly nettle skinned and wandering.
Were you just as scared as I was?
20/09/2020 Exeter, Devon

Poetry from Michael Amitin

Wild Black Tree….   a tribute to Colin Kaepernick

Glory stadium, frenzy ball

he dropped to one knee

hair blowin like a wild black tree

in the rocky american twilight

crowd boos mighty

street urchin railers, merchant street traders

battered tin star sailors

Morning hijacked coffee paper

bristling at the edge of no return

whistling smart meter burns,

bongo tart urns, in the

dig dog graveyard

Patriotic anti-bodies walzing desert storms

four to the floor kiss your baby goodbyes

billy club dancers on white wash street

pie-eyed meet-ups, Charlottsville

bling ringers circadian circus singers

tulip brides, galaxy aisles

Touch down passes

night glass windows

shattered, he took a knee

enough of that cop chop black egg beater beat

street cheating panoply of

fucked up racist disguise

plantation meat

rally flag flying at Camp Marine

swap shop prisons

build the Dell jisms

make em glistening pennies from heaven, warden

sweat your unleavened soul in the noonday sun

Sweet rivers sing holy hymns

saturn jungle jims, gunga din

riding poplars across the old beat road

took a knee

to the groin

railroaded out to the sidelines

of soot stadium, smoking a love it or leave it joint

Flame O’

Slid up the Himalayas

Got down to the top of his breathe

Golden flame, flower shaded

Purple road snaking exhaust exhaled

Paradise, no waiting lines

Woke up from wondering

What i could become

Ran

Doublebass roll

Monk-a coco

Stride vapor pianos

Nothing-left-of me winds

Clouds a purple train sky

Faraway from icy rivers

In my walking cane, ferryboat rhapsody

Bouys of silver tones bobbing yesteryear’s sea

Chirping seeds, yardbirds, kinks

When my

Bottled bootstraps unhinged

Scaled awkward mountain

Slipped all the way down there

I want to live in a Doris Day movie

Seen enough pain

To marinate a rising tide

Maria Callas sing me home Vissi d’arte

Burlesque circus streams

Fire night borneo walkers

Velvet warm mantras spokes from silent wharfs

Dark star taverns

Caverns of winds, wired night mind highways

Silent stars where I’ll Rest my case

Shakedown Train

She eyes my cagey baggage

stamped backroad spades

says i’m glad to see you this

Awakening Train

St Vitus seat, rub drowsy eyes..

strange artifacts

sour sea smells

train stewards passing out cream puffs,

rough stuff pamphlets for burnt-eye passengers

Night train sputters out of the station

Chirping bird flutters,,

a manifesto hatched in twisted eggs noirs

blinded by dust light

motes tumbling in high places

believing a bright orange savior squeezing

juice..all the way to the promised land..

Same train took Moses to fire breathing hell

Same engine mowing down brothers and sisters

on night street in americas

i slide past porters and borders

slide into my metamorphic day suit

loose as a spread-eagle goose, come out grinning

shaking hands, giving it all away

army of love and compassion, freedom for all

visions of peaecful roads

where the dead walk by my side through

twisted waterfall wonderlands

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with glasses and a coronavirus mask in his bedroom. Posters on the walls.
J.J. Campbell
J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, otoliths, Cajun Mutt Press, The Beatnik Cowboy and Terror House Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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destined
 
i want to believe
i am destined for
more than this
 
i know it's probably
bullshit
 
but wasting away
in a small town
while the rest of
the world passes
me by isn't exactly
what i thought was
intended when i
chose life over
death at the age
of eight
 
once again
 
first thought
 
best thought
----------------------------------------------------------------
being used
 
i think of
the nights
where i
used to like
being used
by a woman
 
i wonder if
those nights
will ever

exist again
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tragedies
 
i often wonder how
many tragedies i have
within me
 
once a day is plenty
 
i don't need any more
than my own to look

forward to
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nothing to talk about
 
i love a woman
with tattoos
 
no one wants
a situation with
nothing to talk
about
 
the scarier the
better
 
only a few of
us know how
to properly
deal with

pain
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there is a better place than here
 
fight back
the tears and
understand
 
there is a better
place than here
 
i'd like to believe
the soul moves on
to see something
way better
 
if not,
 
then i suppose
this is truly
 

a living hell

Coronavirus testing: Facing Challenges Outside the Lab

Widespread Coronavirus Testing: Facing Challenges Outside the Lab

— Cristina Deptula

According to Johns Hopkins University’s coronavirus tracking site, clinicians have performed some 20 million coronavirus tests in the United States.

That number may seem impressive until we remember that the working-age population of the country is just over 200 million, and the elderly population, those most at risk of serious complications if they become ill, is 56 million.

Public health experts say far more diagnostic testing is crucial, not only to safely reopen society but for the epidemiological research needed to track and stop the spread of the disease worldwide. In fact, many experts are calling for testing levels at least twice what they are now.

Craig Rouskey is the founder of San Francisco startup Renegade Bio, which claims to have created a significantly cheaper, faster, and easier coronavirus test. Rouskey’s expertise is in molecular biology and the development of diagnostic tests within the laboratory. Yet, even as a lab scientist, familiar with the long road to developing tests and the accuracy issues with some early coronavirus diagnostic tools, Rouskey believes that the biggest obstacles to rolling out widespread testing are factors outside the laboratory.

These hurdles include creating and distributing enough testing supplies and personal protective equipment (PPE) for those who conduct tests, getting accurate information out about testing to different groups of people, training enough clinicians and making the testing centers fully accessible.

Randy Altschuler and Laurence Zuriff co-founded Xometry, a Gaithersburg, MD firm that sources parts for manufacturers. Although Xometry is not directly involved in logistics related to coronavirus testing, they, along with the rest of the world, have had to quickly adapt to broken supply chains during the pandemic.

Altschuler commented on ways we might efficiently source and distribute vast quantities of PPE and testing materials:

“Often, even when large organizations are desperate for supplies, like cotton swabs, it’s hard for them to change their behavior. They don’t, or can’t, adopt creative solutions or always accept donated or innovatively manufactured supplies because that doesn’t meet their needs, or their expectations.”

Altschuler acknowledged the many makers and startups 3-D printing healthcare supplies, but said that it was difficult to rapidly produce large quantities of items that way.

“As much as possible, it makes sense to use already existing infrastructure to produce, store, and ship what we need. Big retail and big restaurant chains are used to handling perishables [such as coronavirus test samples], so let’s shift our tried-and-true systems to facilitating coronavirus tests rather than inventing something new.”

He said we would probably need a government partnership with big retail chains. “Who knows how smoothly that will go, but that’s likely what will have to happen.”

Maria Chavez, president of Bio Curious, a laboratory and meeting space for citizen scientists and entrepreneurs in Santa Clara, CA, echoed the concern about shortages of cotton swabs and other physical supplies for testing.

“It might be up to two years before we get a vaccine,” she said. “So we’re going to need a lot of testing equipment.”

Other researchers and community leaders point to emerging social concerns with widespread testing.

San Francisco news outlets have reported on difficulties in the city’s low-income Tenderloin neighborhood, where testing appointments are required and many residents lack smartphones or computers to make those appointments. Community leaders have provided feedback to testing center administrators about ways to improve community access, such as allowing walk-in testing.

Testing centers will also need to consider the needs of people with disabilities. 

One product designed to promote accessibility is the clear mask. The idea came from hobbyist inventors concerned that existing masks would prevent deaf and hard of hearing people from lip reading. One of these hobbyists, Eastern Kentucky University senior Ashley Lawrence, profiled in Shape magazine in April, just reached her $3000 fundraising goal on Kickstarter and is now donating and shipping the clear masks out to deaf and hard of hearing people. 

Altschuler of Xometry also highlighted clear masks as an example of ideas and products from small startups, hackers and makers inspiring more mainstream outlets to expand or improve their offerings. Although, as he pointed out, we can’t replace large scale manufacturing with a few 3-D printers, small startups, hobbyists, and citizen scientists can play a crucial role in public health by prototyping ways larger firms can enhance their products.

Others have noted that privacy and other civil liberties issues present serious concerns if testing becomes mandatory in society at large or even just in the workplace. Certain populations may prefer not to attract the attention of authorities and many people may not want their social networks exposed through contact tracing.

Stanford University Ph.D. candidate in bioengineering, Rolando Perez, also a board member of Xinampa, a biotech lab and coworking space in the agricultural center of Salinas, CA, echoed many of those concerns.

“We’ve got undocumented farmworkers in Monterey Bay, essential workers, who don’t access regular healthcare because they’re afraid of being deported.”

Perez continued, offering a paradigm shift for testing informed by Xinampa’s philosophy of empowering local populations:

“You put the testing technology in people’s hands so they can test and sequence themselves and track the disease within their own communities. Put the tools in their hands so they don’t have to interface with institutions.”

Bryce Nesbitt of Counter Culture Labs, in Oakland, CA, said that people may also avoid getting tested where it’s voluntary. They may fear losing income or employment if they receive a positive result and need to self-quarantine for 14 days.

“We can work through that by setting up a safety net,” he said, “so that people have paid leave in the event of a positive test.”

Employers can also offer those workers the option, where possible, to continue to work from home.

Nesbitt also reminded us that with voluntary workplace testing, and no social or other pressure to get tested, there’s no guarantee that the workers who volunteer will be the ones most exposed to other people and likely to accidentally infect others.  

The perceptions that tests are not readily available, that only those who are symptomatic can get tested, that people will have to wait in line for hours to get a test, can also discourage people from seeking out testing. So once we can produce and distribute enough tests and equipment to make testing easily available to large segments of the population, we will need to communicate to the public, through various media in many languages, that even healthy people are strongly encouraged to come in for a quick test.

Of course, many public health experts view a ‘hand-held’ kit that people can use at home as the ‘gold standard’ for diagnostic testing. Six firms have recently received FDA clearance for emergency use of their at-home tests. Some observers point out, though, that accuracy may be compromised with a self-administered test. Also, samples still need to be sent to a lab for evaluation, so results are not immediate. And privacy and civil liberties concerns about confidentiality of personal data will still need to be addressed.

As Craig Rouskey of Renegade Bio reminds us, diagnostic testing won’t answer every question we have about the coronavirus – how long the epidemic will last, whether the virus will mutate, how best to treat illness.

Still, though, Rouskey says widespread, frequent testing is vitally important because of the nature of this epidemic.

“With Spanish flu, you tended to catch it and then get better or die relatively quickly. But with corona, you can be infected and spread the disease for a much longer time with absolutely no symptoms. So you’ve got to get tested, for others as much as for yourself.”