A Third

Fate   banned   opposition
    accounted              human
resignation          famine
                 hesitated        losses
tragedy          parking lot       fortune
        an indeed         appointment to
railroad                             obscurity
             figured              rabid
    talkative           feted        boom
association    prickly     conduction
         ambidextrous                  ironic
      plight                  lackluster
serial               complexity         industrial
            pit                       stomach
                diplomatic           user
preventative        causing in
      bureaucracy          courts
                   indignation           pipes
                               views
generalist                        competence
            cited
domino       geologist          period
               featured         salacious 
incognito            flame
     network            calling card
         fortune teller                   average
profile            breaking                pinch
           discontinuity       memoir






no actual pepper

pillage offer of little capacity
corpse of desolation
                        an impeachment
                        sweeping plunder

          boom prince racked
          confused epilogue
          tracking hangover
          recognized credit
                               tangle handguns
                               nestling ink
                               and social scale

quill gravely half-timbered
downriver twenty minutes
worth ermine trace spires
feathery measured stovepipe
goatee hatred golden chain reaction

     cross,pit,currant,earlier,
     haberdasher,docks,notaries,
     penny,euphemism,clutch,
     voyages,gums,unilateral
     baffled,isolated,profits,flames

globe suffers navigational cargo
fraught astrolabe raids enthusiasm
viable endeavors plant icebergs
bone-jarring celebrity dully exact
shipmate grotesque jumping deck

                                           reach back
                                           looted event





Ongoing perpetuated concrete battlegrounds

Tape MACHINE wings
ballet elementary
        denial

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         Deep proactive
assumptions
                    caught
            glued          to
the portrait
of the embedded
                   sculptures
.
.
. 
   Oriented surface
napping                  ON
                  TOUR
        to                 floor
an invisibility collective
collaborating
    dissonant
shingles assembled
            fluorescent 
clusters
                       permeating
END
     notes
,              zeroed
         out              ,
left to flounder
                    in
unstoppable
                 elsewhere
a medium
     simplistic
preexisting
     generational
habit
     ineffective
,                day
   dreaming
           ,
       associated
detailed
              medium
          cool          dalliance
,
      variable               ,
artless          ,
            struggling
to                     possess
            a
                 curated
reserve.





Still fluid notion

Rude keeps guessing thumb imprint
suddenly spared sword allowances
no bazaar turning flair gold record
formerly airport research material.

Activation cosmopolitan funnel
     gliding     voracious     quartet
expanded self-regard amended
                 start vandalism
                 a piece whining
                 recorded barrel
                 ball of defection
                 scaling palace.

                                Splendid
                       telescopic fountain
                  : ToMb ToWeR   ,   unlikely
            diverting Rome,Istanbul,
                             Cairo,selfhood.

Groaning                        overgrown
             might reoccupied
        thousand-pillared             mosque
shapeless            shrine                  pilfered
                 eccentric heaps of
                 figurines contradict
                 wrecked courtly litter.

        “What they saw has gone native.”

                      “Very few words report friction.”

               “Distant assistants four later editions.”





Invisible or living

Weekly incidence welded to caution
: manure feigned membership :
           acute collarbone identity
          ,cosmic instigation,
                                an overreaction.

Critiques
        THUS = however futile
             separated caricature,
    verbose cartons of
                           ridicule.

                Feral outlook
                judges syntax.

                               [humane dystopian
                                madness (horizon)
                               ,supper club
                                        destined
                                film still       ,
                                turmoil of
                                effective
                                            drives].

Maxims aren’t full-contact programs.

     Atmospheric nihilism [collage
                             one another     ,
                             subjected to
                                    membership
                             dues & don’ts].

Underground segments
critical hysteria
hostile
          center=
                   stage.

Cacophonously burping
,mainstream contribution,
     hack,heck,hack,heck,hack.

                              Geriatric sponge
                              kicking backside /
                              slide discourse
                              features excerpts /

satire renews an activation /

                        themed civil wars / 
 
         public replicated self-definitions.

                Unconscious ethos broader guilt
                : exacting imaginary citizens :
                                               “Knotted ties apply
                                                 triumphant lust to
                                                 outstretch physiques.”

Musical rather than coherent.
                 [ideas campaigns
                  first person
           , judges harsh flasks]

Impaling begins.

Joshua Martin is a Philadelphia based writer and filmmaker, who currently works in a library. He is a member of C22, an experimental writing collective. He is the author most recently of the books punctuated avalanche (Stone Corpse Press) and en=raptur=ed [riverrun] & mingle (Ranger Press) He has had numerous pieces published in various journals. You can find links to his published work at joshuamartinwriting.blogspot.com

Holy Grail

Each afternoon, between Gomer Pyle and Big Ten Theater, the pantry door opened to a small altar and a humble gray amphora, the cookie jar Grail of my Oreo eucharist. My arm disappeared into the dark, wide mouth womb eagerly to the elbow. My small fingers fished for six. There was a compulsive comfort in the number, and with blackened teeth I’d sit before the TV transfixed in ritual, gulping a glass of Nestle’s Quick.

After Mom stopped cooking, cleaning and comforting, after Dad lost the house, the business and confidence, after thrown curses, clothes and coffee, a hysterectomy, psych wards, divorce, therapy and thirty years, my mother sent the forgotten vessel on some well-intentioned birthday errand. She’d glued the broken lid to contain the cargo of my childhood pain. For a while it was on exhibition, an empty antique sitting upon a shelf. I brushed my teeth obsessively after each occasional cookie.

Today I’ll reap and rejoice in a quiet little catharsis. With hammer and shovel, I break and bury the jar in my backyard. Today, I can see my wounds as a sliver slices a finger. What I once thought brought solace, now appears brittle and sharp. Blood fills my hand and drips wet, warm and sticky into the earth. This new grave is moist, fertile and sweet.

Saint Francis

I was canonized, or nearly so, in Ogunquit, Maine last summer on vacation. At dawn, along a granite edge, a collision of continent and ocean, gazing at the Atlantic’s implacable crush upon the shore, I sat in a deck chair cupping a croissant and five-dollar latte (no vow of poverty quite yet).

However presumptuous, a passing fantasy, I thought of myself as Saint Francis. Ridiculous. (On my pilgrimage, a tourist charter to Assisi, I only recall the charming Giotto frescos there; no birds congregated in the basilica; however, I wasn’t paying attention.)

I wasn’t blessed with a martyr’s beatific vision, no celestial seraphim. I was more attuned to inconsequential sparrows flitting about my feet in unassuming feathers, in browns, grays, the drab shades of friars’ habits. Unlike the brash gulls, sparrows, humble, timid and admittedly and prudently so, were terrified of the sea.

My Fioretti: I’d like to believe they gathered for my sermon, my wisdom, my eloquence. Surely, I would allay all fears; so, I mimicked their small chirps, but they cocked heads skeptically.

Graciously indifferent, they skittered, too busy with pecking and scratching, a miracle they listened at all.

Weapons

When Vietnam took all the boys and splayed them on the evening news, a boy, like most boys emulating most men, but especially in uniform, I was smitten with TV shows on World War Two, diluted versions without the gore, without the complications of falling red dominoes.

After failing at catch, Dad tried again in a trifecta to win my affection. Dad fashioned a wooden machine gun (my deadly 30 cal.) to mow down Nazis in Normandy. Keenly, I provided the “rat-a-tat-tat.” However, screams and morphine were not included.

Dad built a cannon from a board and a pipe, artillery on wheels pulled behind my tricycle, a barrage devasting for the Hun. However, my little howitzer was mothballed, rusting when I began riding a real bike. Undeterred, Dad bought more lumber.

Dad spent hours (I was not around) on the envy of all the other boys. An ace over France, I sat in the cockpit of my Spitfire shooting Messerschmitts from the sky. However, trouble was, it lacked altitude. I never left the driveway, never wore my parachute.

Dad was on yet another sales call and I was home alone when I took a hammer to my grounded fighter. After the crash, it never flew again.

Before I Die

An artillery shell stirs my flesh with mud and soldiers divide my limbs among dogs. Just before I die, I’ll taste the softness of my beloved’s lips and a ripe, sweet, summer peach, not bitter plastic tubes or pain-killing pills. I’ll listen to the house finch and the wren but not the television getting in a final commercial, nor one last bit of Mozart’s brilliance.

My body glides in perfect, choreographed grace over steering wheel, dash, through windshield glass, my blood painting car hood and pavement in sweeping, expressionistic gestures. Just before I die, I’ll gaze upon a pale blue sky filled with the warm light of morning. I’ll not look up to a clean, white ceiling and harsh fluorescents flickering; I’ll inhale the humid breath of Spring or the pungent decay of October; I’ll not smell disinfectant on cold stainless steel.

I’ve lost my speech; my right side hangs as limp as a nursing home prick, but I manage half a smile when I’m told my heart has worn too thin. Just before I die, I must hold something in my hands: my grandchild’s face or my son’s graying head; I’ll dance one last time upon the forest floor amidst Mayapples and sassafras; my feet will never reach the clean tile beneath an iron bed.

children die and we buy phones
children work in mines in africa
to mine cobalt for mobile phones.
do you have a nice mobile phone?
i do and will update it soon.
children work in mines in africa
and are forced to slave for pittance.
as a kid did you have to work in a mine?
i never had to either.
children die while mining cobalt
for nice new mobile phones:
children die and we buy phones.
Buy. Phones.
Children. Die.
(repeat).

a petrol and planet hypocrisy
fill it up again and again
places to go and roads to drive on.
full tank in and exhaust spews out
into the air it goes and blows.
and yes we go to fossil fuel rallies
for we care about our environment.
we limit plastic use and love the trees
and always recycle our rubbish.
but again and again we fill up our car
as we have all those places to go.
so is care for the planet and fill it up
a petrol and planet hypocrisy?
you tell me as i know nothing
(but i do know what i’m feeling).

Stephen House has won many awards and nominations as a poet, playwright, and actor. He’s had 20 plays produced with many published by Australian Plays Transform. He’s received several international literature residencies from The Australia Council for the Arts, and an Asialink India literature residency. He’s had two chapbooks published by ICOE Press Australia: ‘real and unreal’ poetry and ‘The Ajoona Guest House’ monologue. His next book drops soon. He performs his acclaimed monologues widely. Stephen had a play run in Spain for 4 years. 

G. Bragolin’s The Crying Boy

His hair was tousled dark brown,

his lips downturned.

All houses burned to the ground,

these mass-produced prints of a painting remained.

He was weeping as he ran from his home;

his papa was on fire holding a weapon.

The heated argument sparked when she 

told him to take the exam for the nth time;

he said he was a loggerhead.

Diablo or DJ is the crying boy,

a tear streaming down his orange cheek.

NOTE

On September 5, 1985, The Sun reported an Essex firefighter claiming that copies of The Crying Boy survived house fires unscathed. By November’s end, the paper’s readers were burning the prints en masse fueled by the painting’s growing curse reputation. David Clarke, a journalist, says the claim that the boy was Diablo didn’t emerge until 2000 in Tom Slemen’s book.

SHORT BIOGRAPHY
Fhen M. studied Writing in the Discipline, The Literature of the Philippines, and The Literature of the World at Eastern Visayas State University. His work has been featured in various publications, including the Waray poem “Uyasan” in Pinili: 15 Years of Lamiraw, and English poems like “Lighthouse,” “Seaport,” “Barbeque Stalls along Boulevard,” and “Tetrapod” in Poetica anthology by Clarendon House. Other publications include “Outside the Block Universe” in About Time: A Coming-of-Age Poetry Anthology by Red Penguin Books, and a poem in Flora/Fauna Anthology by Open Shutter Press. He also submitted Waray verses, including “Duha nga mga pagtug-an” (“Two Confessions”), to the 5th Lamiraw Creative Writing Workshop in 2008, with notable panelists like David Genotiva, Merlie Alunan, and Victor Sugbo.

Looking at the tall buildings, 

the stones of those buildings are black with blood. 

The water stained with tears on the iron railings of those buildings,

 the stairs of those buildings have deteriorated as much as they can. 

The sweat of slaves on the white stones of those buildings,

 the bones broken by whips, 

the price of labor has not been paid.

Sky

It was as if the dark clouds were racing each other. They were just about to meet the nine-year-old. Grandpa came into the house with a bunch of colorful bags in his hands. I ran over and threw myself into their arms Grandpa handed me one of the bags. It was amazing!

My grandfather had never brought anything in a bag with such a pattern before I  asked:

-Grandpa why is that?

-Just like that?

-Well you still don’t understand 

-Why?

-Your grandfather grandmother loved such bags 

-What kind of person was my grandmother? She taught  children raised them  loved to read and was a very pure person. The main thing is these

-If only my grandmother were here now….

She was a wonderful person  

My grandfather said  interrupning me I envied my grandfather just like any other child. I grew up listening to my grandfather teach them . The are with me in my heart. As I was starting at a point in the middle of such thoughts the boy next to me interrupted my thoughts:

Teacher can you check my homework ?

Blind eyes

-Finally  my son we are going to the capital tomorrow.

-Haaa will we stay there for a long time?

-We will leave when the doctors say so.

-Then will you take me to the park?

-God willing we will definitely go.

-I love you, honey!

-Okay honey, have a good rest -he said and left 

-Dawn passed. Mother and son set off happily. The boy was thinking about something in his mind. They reached the hospital. The boy’s operation was successful. Since the boy had good immunity, the wounds healed quickly.

The boy asked his mother caressingly.

-Mom shall we go to the park now?

-Darling, let’s get home

-Mom honey, be careful, we are turning left. Stop! Hold on don’t trip.

-My child, you are so kind 

-Not like you!

Hamdamova Dilzodaxon Halimjon qizi was born on May 11, 2009, in Uchkoprik district, Fergana region, Uzbekistan. She is currently a 10th-grade student at the Erkin Vohidov Creative School.

THE MASTER-APPRENTICE TRADITION: AS A NATIONAL PEDAGOGICAL HERITAGE

​Fergana State University

Mohizoda Xurshiq qizi Roziqova

1st-year student, Department of Fine Arts and Engineering Graphics  

Scientific Supervisor: Ahadjon A’zamjonovich A’zamjonov  

Abstract: This article analyzes the role of the master-apprentice tradition as a national value, its historical roots, pedagogical essence, and significance in youth education. It also highlights the place of this tradition in the rich spiritual heritage of the Uzbek people and justifies the necessity of its development within the modern education system.  

Keywords: master-apprentice, national value, national education, pedagogical heritage, tradition, spirituality, mentorship, apprenticeship, Uzbek pedagogy.  

Introduction.The spiritual image of every nation is manifested through its values. One of the most important values of the Uzbek people, formed over centuries and preserved to this day, is the master-apprentice (Ustoz-Shogird) tradition. This tradition is not only an integral part of the educational process but also a vital expression of national consciousness and thinking. In today’s era of globalization, preserving national values and instilling them in the minds of the younger generation remains a crucial task. From this perspective, studying the master-apprentice tradition as a pedagogical heritage holds particular importance. 

Historical Roots of the Master-Apprentice Tradition.The master-apprentice tradition has played a significant role in the historical development of the Uzbek people. Since ancient times, young people have been brought up under the guidance of masters in fields such as craftsmanship, agriculture, art, and science. In our national culture, respect for the teacher is regarded as the highest virtue. The wisdom, “The master is greater than your father,” is not said in vain; it expresses the profound reverence our people hold for mentors. This relationship also occupies a special place in Uzbek classical literature and scientific heritage, where great thinkers emphasized loyalty to the master, love for knowledge, and ethics. 

Pedagogical Significance of the System.From a pedagogical standpoint, the master-apprentice system is one of the most effective forms of education. Its primary characteristic lies in its individual approach and direct communication. This system is distinguished by:  

​Person-centered education.  

​The harmony of theory and practice.  

​The unity of upbringing and education.  

​Formation based on national values.  

​An apprentice learns not only knowledge from the master but also life experience, patience, and human virtues, which shape them into a well-rounded individual.  National Education and the Master-Apprentice Tradition.National education is a system based on the historical experience, customs, and values of a people. The master-apprentice tradition is a vital component of this system. Through this tradition, the following qualities are formed in the younger generation:  

​Respect for elders.  

​Striving for knowledge.  

​Love for the Motherland.  

​National self-awareness.  

​Spiritual purity.  

The master does not merely teach a profession but raises a person to be a useful member of society, which is a key factor in national progress.  Development in Modern Education.While today’s education system is enriched with modern technologies, it is essential not to forget national values, but rather to harmonize them with modern learning. To develop this tradition today, it is important to:  

​Widely introduce mentoring systems.

​Integrate national values into the curriculum.

​Preserve traditional methods in art and craftsmanship.

​Educate youth in the spirit of respect for mentors.  

​The National Image of the Master

In Uzbek society, a master is not just a professional, but a promoter of spirituality, an educator, and a guide. They serve as the main bridge conveying national values to the next generation. A true master must possess high knowledge, loyalty to values, honesty, justice, and selflessness. An apprentice raised by such a master becomes the pride of the nation.  

Conclusion.In conclusion, the master-apprentice tradition is a rich national and pedagogical heritage of the Uzbek people. It plays a crucial role not only in imparting knowledge but also in the moral and spiritual upbringing of the individual. In the context of globalization, preserving this tradition and integrating it with modern education is a vital task. A society that does not rely on its national values cannot develop sustainably. This tradition remains a priceless heritage that transmits human virtues and professional excellence from generation to generation.  

​References

​Karimov I.A. High Spirituality — Invincible Power. Tashkent, 2008.  

​Navoiy A. Mahbub ul-qulub. Tashkent, 2005.

​Forobiy A.N. The City of Virtuous People. Tashkent, 1993.

​Abdulla Avloniy. Turkiy Guliston or Morality. Tashkent, 1992.

​Theory of Pedagogy. Tashkent: O‘qituvchi, 2010.

​General Psychology. Tashkent, 2018.

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Rozikova Mohizoda was born on November 6, 2007 in Beshariq district, Fergana region. Currently, she lives in Oltiariq district, Fergana region.

Education and scientific achievements

Mohizoda graduated from secondary school No. 23 in Oltiariq district with honors in 2025 with a gold medal. Currently, she is a 1st-year student at the Faculty of Pedagogy, Psychology and Art History of Fergana State University, majoring in “Fine Arts and Engineering Graphics”.

She conducts her research in the scientific field under the guidance of A’zamjonov Ahadjon, based on the tradition of a teacher-student relationship. In 2026, she was awarded the “Researcher of the Year” badge for her fruitful scientific research and published articles.

Public and creative activities

M. Rozikova is active not only in science, but also in the media and arts:

Media: Creates content promoting national values on social networks under the pseudonym “Do‘ppili kiz Mohizodam”.

Project: Acts as the host of the popular “Sirli Qon‘ng‘iroq” project.

Social activity: One of the active youth of the faculty, a member of the “Kizlarjon” club and the youth team of the People’s Democratic Party of Uzbekistan (PDPU).

Art: As an artist with many years of experience, she has been deeply studying the secrets of fine arts.

Skills and goals

She is highly skilled in working with digital technologies, in particular graphic design and engineering graphics programs. Her main goal is to combine national art with modern technologies, bring it to the world level, and introduce innovative methodologies in the field of pedagogy.