Poetry from Patricia Doyne

NOBEL PEACE PRIZE 2025

He sent ICE into factories, fields;

seized workers, whisked them off to jail.

Alcatraz in the Everglades

is bursting with brown immigrants.

He wants the Nobel Peace Prize.

Sent National Guardsmen to LA,

threatens Portland, Chicago, and more.

He’ll quell protests in blue-state burgs

with military troops and guns.

He wants the Nobel Peace Prize.

He took health care away from millions;

food stamps, too, and meals on wheels.

He’s gunning for Social Security,

and all programs that help the poor.

He wants the Nobel Peace Prize.

Why? He’s ended seven wars!

Which? Don’t ask.  Big wars.  Bad wars.

When? Fake News is so unfair!

Broadcast license should be revoked.

Surprise! He didn’t get the Nobel Peace Prize.

Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Middle aged white man with a beard standing in a bedroom with posters on the walls
J.J. Campbell

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a river of disappointment

caught in a river

of disappointment

fading sun

the star spangled

light ceases to

exist

get in line, do

your job

creativity withers

at the butt of a gun

but there’s always

one soul

one vagrant that

defies the odds

bound and determined

to crash the gates

raise a little hell

for good

what people tend

to forget

when you get to

the end of the rope

and hope has left

the building

living is no longer

an option

so it isn’t a matter

of dying for a cause

or dying trying to

break free

it is only a matter

that you do

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a medical condition

an only fans model

messaged me yesterday

and asked why she gets

wet when she reads

my poetry

i laughed and was getting

ready to message her back

and tell her she might have

a medical condition

but then my ego came running

into the room and knocked me

out of the way and typed

because they are good

that fucker doesn’t know

how to play anything slow

but, i also know he

is mostly correct

now if she could only

send some pictures or

videos so my ego could

really enjoy his victory

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this lost soul

another bland

waiting room

just me and

my thoughts

freud starts

laughing

wonders what

painting will i

turn into a

vagina

of course, it’s

the one across

from me

drowning in

my loneliness

wondering if

this lost soul

is all i will

ever be

hope is

a stripper

with loose

morals

desire is

getting up

each morning

and ignoring

the pain

when both run

extremely thin

as my old friend

would say

it’s just waiting

around to die

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through the cracks of life

love always seems

to squeeze through

the cracks of life

when you least

expect it

and then you

wonder oh shit

where does this

fit in

and it’s not that

you don’t want

it to

but there are only

a certain number

of hours in the day

between the micro

and the macro you

almost get just

enough sleep

to exist

and now love

that essential need

for most of us

squeeze it in

it will work out

at least until

it doesn’t

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while giving death the finger

sunken eyes

cheating death

as best as you can

beauty queens never

age well these days

another shot of

something strong

fuck cancer

one last dance while

giving death the finger

let the mind wander

into a field of endless

possibilities

remember the jazz

clubs

long cigarettes

a flirty little skirt

and a bunch of

hungry animals

wanting a piece

wipe the tears

and think fondly

of what these kids

will never know

one last glance

the longest goodbye

i’ll make sure the

roses are always

fresh

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know better. He’s been widely published over the last 30 years, most recently at Disturb the Universe Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Rye Whiskey Review, Misfit Magazine and Yellow Mama. Hopefully, he will have a new collection of poems out soon. He does still have a blog, although he rarely has time to write on it. such is life. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)

Poetry from Rezauddin Stalin

Middle aged South Asian man with short dark hair and a jean jacket over a plaid shirt.

Farewell

Is every farewell a kind of death?

Is return a form of rebirth?

We, the dwellers of this earth, depart—

Each destined for Koh-Kaaf’s end.

None welcomes those who return.

Their companions are bees,

They dance holding fire’s hand.

Their drink is the bitter nectar of stone.

Guides lead them toward illusion.

Their homes have no doors—

The key is lost forever.

Fearing return, the earth begins to walk again.

Its orbit shifts in the joy of parting.

Where the road ends—at the North Pole—

Narcissus stands, gazing.

Farewell is more precious than return,

And death, more meaningful than birth.

Translation: Farzana Naz Shampa

Poetry from Taro Hokkyo

Older East Asian man with short graying dark hair, reading glasses, and a dark coat, seated in front of a computer and curtain.

WINGLESS ANGEL

I was born in a kingdom with underground passages. The king was a tyrant and the queen a woman made up of lies. Poverty, lowliness, and humiliation. I was raised like a guinea pig for experiments. I was raised with the seed of a soul. I have wanted wings since I was a child.

Since I was a child, I wished to fly away from the harshness and darkness of this life. An old man once said to me: “I want to fly. Nothing is certain in this world, but whoever denies heaven will be denied by heaven. I believed it.

I began to have a will to the sun. I knew that even in the land of underground passageways, we are made up of the power of the heavens and the earth. It is not a flight to the top. Rather, we fly to the bottom. To the very depths of humanity.

The ugliness of human beings, their meanness toward the upper class and their pride toward the lower class, became my strength. Wingless flight. I descended to the bottom of the underground passage. There, the living had no purpose, and their souls were as good as dead. Here it became clear to me for the first time that I was an angel without wings.

I planted the seeds of my soul in them without reserve. The will to the sun. With their last strength, they ran up the underground passageway and escaped to the earth. To a land without a tyrannical king and a false queen.

Burnt by the sun and with blinded eyes, they ran up to a high cliff. Then, arms outstretched, they soared toward the sun, one after the other, light and full of happiness.

Essay from Saparov Akbar

Young Central Asian teen dressed up in a black suit with a white collared shirt and black tie.

Elevation is more than just a word. It embodies the essence of growth, progress, and the continuous journey toward excellence. Whether in personal life, technology, art, or society, the desire to rise above, to reach new heights, is a defining feature of human experience. This article explores the many dimensions of elevation, illustrating how striving for higher standards shapes individuals and the world around them.

Personal Elevation

At its core, elevation begins within the individual. Personal growth is the foundation of every achievement. It involves learning from experiences, overcoming challenges, and continually refining one’s skills and mindset. Discipline, persistence, and a commitment to self-improvement are key drivers of this ascent.

Consider the lives of pioneers, inventors, and visionaries. They demonstrate that personal elevation is rarely instantaneous; it is the result of consistent effort and resilience. By embracing failure as a stepping stone rather than a setback, individuals unlock their potential and elevate themselves beyond limitations.

Technological Elevation

Elevation is not limited to personal development; it extends into the realm of innovation. Technology exemplifies humanity’s desire to transcend boundaries. From supercars that combine speed with engineering precision to airplanes that shrink the vastness of the world, technology lifts human capability to unprecedented levels.

Artificial intelligence, renewable energy, and space exploration are prime examples of how human ingenuity transforms obstacles into opportunities. Elevation in technology reflects a broader principle: the pursuit of perfection and the drive to enhance life through invention.

Cultural and Artistic Elevation

Art and culture provide another dimension of elevation. Music, literature, painting, and architecture inspire and challenge the mind, fostering creativity and introspection. They encourage us to see the world from new perspectives and appreciate beauty in complexity.

Through engagement with art, individuals elevate their consciousness. The refinement of taste and critical thinking enriches the human experience, demonstrating that elevation is not only about material achievement but also about the depth of understanding and emotional resonance.

Societal Elevation

Communities and societies also experience elevation. Education, scientific discovery, and cooperative efforts enable societies to progress and innovate. Cultural exchange and collaboration foster collective growth, raising standards and unlocking new possibilities.

Societal elevation emphasizes that individual advancement and community progress are interconnected. A society that values knowledge, innovation, and compassion cultivates an environment where its members can rise together, achieving heights that would be impossible alone.

Challenges on the Path to Elevation

The journey toward elevation is rarely smooth. Obstacles, setbacks, and uncertainties test determination and resilience. Fear of failure, self-doubt, and external pressures can hinder progress. However, these challenges also serve as catalysts for growth.

Overcoming adversity strengthens character and clarifies purpose. True elevation comes not from avoiding difficulties but from confronting them and continuing upward with resolve and vision.

Conclusion

Elevation represents the human pursuit of excellence, growth, and transformation. It spans personal development, technological innovation, artistic expression, and societal progress. It challenges us to rise, refine, and evolve.

By embracing elevation, we commit to a journey without a final destination—one where each step upward reveals new horizons and possibilities. The pursuit of elevation inspires, motivates, and reminds us that there is always a higher plane to reach, a higher self to become, and a higher world to create.

Author: My name is Saparov Akbar, and I was born on February 24, 2005, in Jizzakh district, Jizzakh region, Uzbekistan.

After finishing school, I chose to continue my path at Samarkand’s Economic and Service University (SamISI), where I am now a second-year student majoring in Tourism and Hospitality. Along the way, I’ve gained valuable volunteering experience at the airport, which gave me a chance to see the real world of service, communication, and leadership.

I always try to push myself beyond one field. I’ve earned certificates in Photoshop, After Effects, and Premiere Pro, and I also have achievements in sports, having taken part in regional and republic competitions.

But my real passions run deeper. I am in love with music — every genre has a place in my heart, but melancholic hip-hop, rock, and rage are where I feel the strongest connection. I’m also fascinated by technology, whether it’s computers, laptops, or smartphones, I love exploring their models and characteristics. Languages are another side of me: besides my native Uzbek, I am fluent in English and Russian, and I’m working toward learning Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, and other popular languages.

Another passion of mine is cars — I even lead a channel dedicated to them, because for me, the automotive world is more than just machines, it’s pure inspiration.

Still, beyond all of this, my biggest dream is to find myself — in religion, in humanity, in life — and to be worthy of being called a real human being. More than anything, I want to make my parents proud. And through it all, the person who inspires me the most is my mother — her love, trust, and care are the light that guides me every single day.