Tammy Higgins is 59 years old and was born in Northern New York, in the Adirondacks now she lives in Southern New Hampshire. She writes free verse poetry, short stories and does photography especially Landscapes, Street, Classic Autos, Wildlife, B & W AND Food Photography. She loves to relax with gaming online, teaching herself electric guitar, dining out, gaming online, hanging out in Garden Centers, Music and guitar stores, cooking in her Crockpot, listening to Heavy Metal music and going to shows, Ancient History and near the waters like Ocean, rivers, Ponds and Sci Fy Channel and has MS.

Black dogs tall ships sailing legends aboard the Shenandoah

Blacks dogs born and built this ship take people out one day at a time as a big wind jammer! 

A lot of names for those ships you see them in Rockland Maine half way up the coast of Maine

But this one is from Matha’s Vineyard off of cape cod I never looked into it too expensive can’t afford it

I try not to cry about it for fear of being called too sensitive 

Luxurious lives on those boats this girl named misery once jumped a float she used to

Live on a ship called The Schooner; people used to joke about it “the Schooner the better” they used to call it

One time my friend Gaye invited me to see the bay rich white gay man all on display

Told him I’ve never been on a boat so I got no sea legs he asked “well how did you come here from Africa?”

“I flew, I flew Air America…” He said they even have a schooner in Boston Harbor they call it The Liberty

Back in the days when scorned people fought to be free they used to serve up Sunday brunch

Wealthy people got on board and munch munch munch! The Sun shone bright those lazy days…

Summer days when the air smelled like green while poor people gazed then came the recession

So the ships found a new direction they all sailed to Florida couldn’t get any business too cold this time of year

No tourists except between May and September to see black dogs hung for adventure 

Forty years ago souvenir shops were cheaper now that black dogs cost a lot more they’re rarer

Since they’ve all moved on to better weather now this side of the sea bacteria multiplies 

With the speed of a giant panther malaria is having a blast. A procession of people in body casts!

Their hearts fire dying from hunger no one wants to lend a hand to the man in the sewer.

Jacques Fleury is a Boston Globe featured Haitian American Poet, Educator, Author of four books and literary arts student at Harvard University online. His latest publication “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self” & other titles are available at all Boston Public Libraries, the University of Massachusetts Healey Library, University of Wyoming, Askews and Holts Library Services in the United Kingdom, The Harvard Book Store, The Grolier Poetry Bookshop, Amazon etc… He has been published in prestigious publications such as Spirit of Change Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, Litterateur Redefining World anthologies out of India, Poets Reading the News, the Cornell University Press anthology Class Lives: Stories from Our Economic Divide, Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene among others…Visit him at:  http://www.authorsden.com/jacquesfleury.–

If people can’t use you like they used to they’ll say you’ve changed.

I Bloom for Myself

Oysha was a young and thoughtful girl. She had always considered herself hardworking and eager to learn, yet life sometimes placed challenges in her path.

On her first attempt to enter university, she did not score enough points. The second attempt brought the same disappointment. Finally, on her third try, she succeeded and was admitted.

However, a new challenge emerged. Among her peers, Oysha began to feel behind. Others seemed to learn faster, while she often felt one step slower. Each time she reflected on this, her heart filled with sadness. She questioned her intelligence and abilities. Constant comparison with others created a pressure that felt impossible to overcome.

One day, while sitting in the university library surrounded by books, she was reading about life and self-awareness. She came across a sentence that deeply touched her:

“A flower does not bloom for others; it blooms for itself.”

Those words resonated in her heart. She realized that true success and happiness are not found in comparison, but in working for oneself and appreciating one’s own growth.

From that day on, Oysha changed her mindset. She began to live each day for her own development, her own abilities, and her own joy. She no longer saw her peers as competitors, but as companions. She approached learning with greater love, celebrated even her small achievements, and stopped comparing herself to others.

Oysha understood that true blooming means valuing yourself, being proud of your progress, and living life for your own purpose.

From that day forward, she embraced life with a new perspective. And with each new day, she felt stronger, more confident, and happier than before.

My name is Ruxshona Shahobiddinova, daughter of A’zamjon. I was born on December 6, 2005, in Kemaboshi neighborhood, Norin district, Namangan region, into an ordinary family.

Currently, I am a first-year scholarship (grant) student majoring in Uzbek Language and Literature at Gulistan State Pedagogical Institute in Gulistan, Sirdaryo region.

Among my academic achievements, I hold a B2 level certificate in English and a B level certificate in my native language.

In addition, I have recently started volunteering and have participated in several online social projects, earning official certificates for my active involvement.

The Forest Hero

In the heart of a golden autumn, a young kitten named Pufik saw the forest changing for the first time. While squirrels gathered nuts and storks flew south, an ancient Owl named Aqlbek revealed a terrifying secret: this winter, the “Spirit of Frost” intended to freeze the forest forever, aided by invisible “Virus-Spies” known as the Flu.

Determined to save his friends, Pufik embarked on a journey to the “Valley of Miracles” to find Grandfather Year. Along the way, he was helped by a swift rabbit, wise snails, and brave hedgehogs. Grandfather Year gifted Pufik a Golden Key, warning him to return before sunrise.

As the icy breath of the Frost Spirit began to harden the trees, Pufik reached the Ancient Oak. With the help of his friends who shielded him from the ice, he turned the Golden Key in the tree’s heart. Suddenly, a warm, golden light erupted, melting the eternal ice and driving the “Flu” viruses away.

The forest was saved. The animals celebrated a great “Harvest Festival,” and Pufik was no longer just a kitten—he was the Hero of the Forest. Since then, winter only visits for three months, and the animals stay safe and warm in their homes.

Bukhara, Uzbekistan

The Lake of Stars

By: Adham Boghdady – Egypt

Here…

Where the valleys stretch out to meet the horizon,

The mountains rose up to speak their eternal words,

And that lake slumbered peacefully,

Gazing with its wide smile

Upwards toward the sky—

The sky, which became a roof of serene blue,

Sent its color to the lake,

So its waves shivered in ecstasy,

And it burst into happy, hearty laughter.

***

At night,

The sky drew its curtain,

And the stars said:

“O Lake,

Let your surface now shine with pearls,

Be a brilliant mantle

That captivates the minds!”

***

The stillness of the valleys called out to me,

“Come to the lands that found their meaning in silence,

Where the water touches the lips of the stone,

In the Lake of Secrets.”

Fleeing the clamor of life…

I left behind the noise of the cities

And went to an invaluable clarity.

In the mirror of the water,

I saw a splendor

That time had not yet visited.

I swam like a soul wandering without a body,

Hovering around water made of silk.

It is the night of the inspiration of feeling,

At the Lake…

Where the voice of secrets unites with the pearls of the stars forever.

Note on this poem’s process, from poet AG Davis:
Gathering info/data then intuitively applying to matrices that intertwine and reconfigure yet relate on multiple levels of dimensionality. however, these matrices can be read linearly, or reinforced in any manner the reader chooses: my theory is that there should be at the very least resonance/or purely mental vibrance with the words themselves; that although not direct sometimes in apparent semantic content, there is still some para-semantic content, or ur-semantic content that will ‘stick” to make a ”meaning” ”ravel”. 

Poem

7 coupled with inverted self, then mirror self 7selfsame inverted , now  creates ️ makes time  makes  makes  makes= …. 01 makes 3 invert selfsame mirror selfsame makes chain makes helix makes DNA makes DEATH invert selfsame  selfsame this is the ICON ,,,, as above so below

Redact 

Light 

Return

Now pair with pg. 116 THE war/ing 

N

BLOCK 

DECREATE TO UNPOLLUTE 

MATRICES EXCEL

AERATE 

GOD IS 3 IS 1

u:o.o/l.trcwen

terd

CILSS

tmc altuerchau

jInt se tuk

S

vo.omn le.n

cenJUコ

so fibge

ccinge:d

88″ tArcn

iore soll^shecrin aynian

DiscvI Ayent Brd LLM

Corenonco

utg. o/19.trcr:

en

otkrocr.xt

UOILSP

tmc-altierchou xINt=Ee tun

vo. om

ya OImTInG

nIbRt

Ccingec iupindhtn 8′)lAEcn

Gowernonco

Allowance of displacement, varity unsourced , cloud sanction where whyrd..wired withereisdm, prisons syst. Abuse dismissal of your fraudulent courage, scourge selfsame you dine at lighter lighte frown comma split nuance self blame self stain cosm mean mean median mein….lowered I/u use SaaS si/m next number n ine lowered claim machete acre acre sacred nacre/ add. Mean. Ien. Claim ine/ discern will/ t / use / query(? Testtxt ,,,,,,,,,,,,….alast test a cement for moment claim aim armament for USe / element H/ g aegis form claim place dawn gold/electric  is not thi/number theta claim pole owned loan for aeg/ is age and no 2n/dimension / formal att. To warn.ing no 2nd a 3rd date 6 and no nomen/claim/aperture rain star hands bellow ringing source thru sig/ailment sighn i away/keep myself wholy/ to form play/cement cell/f/i//l/e/<life> truthtained/ notainted< lined Not lie LND Vwls crypto erupt aeiou.y owls vwls<]> in/out symbol 23_ 17_01,is3bc0=b 3=1 0t3 = bcd sttd 01 LL ng ge n r t= owls _ de=compose count cnsnt/ [0 Ls/ fctn/ fr= simulation smltn=5/1= 6 666 1/ 8  9 6= lp 00 fitness fitness flesh bold body spc=eagis is G0D misaligned ./ language th/s must cllps/ clps/ ÷5= 0 .5 1, normal, nfrmd—— neither denial,,,,,,,,Bnr, th, gm, 013 *lfrdgvs]7invert she mirror  make ️ make time make simulation

-light