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.
Poetry from Christopher Bernard
Whose Body It’s half past July. The trunk of the backyard tree lies beneath your hand. A smell of moss crosses the yellow wood. It was the wind broke it, the wind in the night. See the ladybug. She works her way up the bare stump like a tiny VW, anxious for her children in the burning house. A worm pokes a blind head above the cracked ground. The ferns pretend to be asleep. Beyond the fence, the willows are grave in stillness. The sun blinds the eastern arc of the sky. It holds its breath. Even the stone beneath your knee. Then it crosses the silence on great wings toward the future. _____ Christopher Bernard is a novelist, poet, critic and essayist. His poetry collection The Socialist’s Garden of Verses won a PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award in 2021. He is also a founder and co-editor of the webzine Caveat Lector. His children’s books If You Ride a Crooked Trolley . . . and The Judgment of Biestia will be published this fall and featured in Kirkus Reviews in November.
Poetry from Ahmad Al-Khatat
My Dear Grief Will I ever meet with you in physical human flesh? I am willing to learn about your culture and share my tobacco with glasses of wine with more regrets I might start to understand why am I cast down. Should I sell my unsteady dreams & distance myself I try to forget about my struggles of being noisily calm On some sunrises, my nightly tears carve into my cheeks If just a dream, where we'll come back and laugh ‘till we
Poetry from Tanvir Islam
Love In Your Eyes When I am looking into your eyes, I see all the love you have for me. I see in your eyes you care for me a lot. I see your love for me is true, And you will do whatever it takes to have me in your life. When I am looking into your eyes, I see your love for me is unconditional. Your eyes tell me you will never leave me. You will always stay by my side To protect and cherish me. When I am looking into your eyes, I see with you everything is possible. I see in your eyes your love for me is everlasting. Your eyes tell me you really, really love me Tanvir Islam is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Poetry from Wazed Abdullah
MY FATHER (This has been dedicated to my loving dad RAMJAN ALI) Father, you're my guiding light, An example of love shining bright. In tough times, you lend a hand, Teacher, mentor, a steady stand. Your laughter, wisdom, a melody sweet, A father's love, forever complete. Dad, I love you, always near, With a heart full of love, forever dear. MY MOTHER (This has been dedicated to my mom JANNAT ARA) In mother's lap, safe and sound, A strongest love, that knows no bound. Her gentle words, like melodies, Bring comfort, joy, and sweetest ease. Through highs and lows, she's always there, A constant love, beyond compare. In her embrace, I find my worth, A mother's love, the dearest on Earth. Forever grateful, my heart does say, Thank you, Mom, for lighting my way. I will be grateful of you forever "AMMU". Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Poetry from Mahbub Alam
Rainlessness The earth has already been covered with rainlessness Like the brick burning fire - the world is getting hotter The intense black clouds rising in the sky with a great hope of joy It's likely just getting started to pour but in vain lost in a moment Clear all-the bright sunlight heating land, leaves, crops, waters and the body of us Experience is so bad-like the depressed people in the slum Suffering from all their rights- deprivation played by nature Natural peace how far it is Do we count it from our inner and from outer? The rainless tendencies prevail all over Natural weather has been withered with the ideals of humanity No love, no peace of mind, boiling and firing the wind Inundating the resides, firing the forest by the waters and land Nature is the best justice - signed on every inch we run The scattered old torn leaves the every single part we believe In epidemic, the rainlessness - never ever thought. Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 26 July, 2023 The Beat of Love Mind travels, mind rests Mind sleeps, mind dreams The raindrop falls on the leaves The birds take bath flapping the feathers We dance on the deck reflecting the waves of the ocean The sun beams on all the evening Soon after the world covered with the sheet of darkness The glowing bird flies on the eyes My lips play on your lips embracing And a sky stars glitter on smiling over face Stirs the cells, the blood the shinning laugh Always runs through the soft weather The wind is filled with breathing, the heart's beat of love. Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh 27 July, 2023
Poetry from Don Bormon
The Wind Wind is a part of earth. It is so important for us. It flows over the world. It's a great gift from the god. When it flows over the field It blows my mind. When it blows over the paddy field And the plants blow in the wind It gives a great pleasure in my mind. When it blows over the field, The farmers start singing in his own mind. When the kites fly in the wind. It makes happy my mind. When the birds fly in the wind I want to fly like them. When the clouds fly in the wind. It makes happy my mind. When it blows over the field I want to blow like it. And want to explore the world. Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.