on this extra day the hen leaps down & loses one of her toenails — the first day of March spaghetti marinara & a banana — last week of winter first time I've seen my nephew in almost a year — bio/graf J. D. Nelson’s poems have appeared in many publications, worldwide, since 2002. He is the author of eleven print chapbooks and e-books of poetry, including *purgatorio* (wlovolw, 2024). 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 Boulder, Colorado, USA.
Poem from Christopher Bernard
Fountain Her hand leaps into the air like spray as she dances, dances through the shadows in the hushed auditorium she wraps around her all the long spring afternoon. She seems to rise in a lover's arms of air and fog and sunlight. Her eyes glimmer, her lips murmur sweet nothings. The hair flows over the brim of her shoulders down her transparent back. Swallows dance in the rain that dazzles from her fingers: she is a living fountain, and drowns all the boys. ____ Christopher Bernard is an award-winning poet, novelist and essayist. His most recent books are the first two stories in the series “Otherwise,” for middle-grade readers: If You Ride A Crooked Trolley . . . and The Judgment Of Biestia.
Poetry from Ivan de Monbrison
To walk on four legs or barefoot and to go through a wall to fall into oneself boneless eviscerated like with a hole in the head through which one could put a transparent finger and touch one's colorless brain the jar has been overflowing with pain I was so sorry for you… then to sit and watch all those atoms being scattered into oblivion drowning deep you should have started by picking up your bones one after the other to build something meaningful with them even fleshless I've heard someone crying in my neighbors’ apartment they don't know who I am anonymous building inhabited by ghosts busy with themselves busy beating up their kids abusing their wives as if they wanted to somehow decry their hollow souls
Art from Monira Mahbub
Poetry from Wazed Abdullah
Life Life's melody, a song we sing, In every breath, a new beginning. With each step taken, paths unfurl, In the dance of joy, and the storm's whirl. Moments shared, like treasures found, In the silence, hear life's gentle sound. Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Poetry from Nosirova Gavhar
A wish for young people You live under a dome Above the earth in peace Searching day and night You want knowledge today. You are always eager for knowledge Towards a dream, goal, intention Looking forward to great things today Overcome the challenge. It's a good night even if it's sleepless Today is your day, even if it goes without rest One day you will definitely get it To the bright life you want. Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntos por las letras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korabl znaniy» and «Talenty Rossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «Kayva Kishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya&;s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.
Poetry from Muntasir Mamun Kiron
Father of The Nation Bangabandhu In the heart of Bengal, a legend was born, A beacon of hope, from dusk until morn. Sheik Mujibur Rahman, a leader so true, Guided his people, through skies clear and blue. With words that stirred, like thunderous roar, He fought for justice, forevermore. A father of the nation, with vision so vast, He led with courage, from the shadows he cast. In the struggle for freedom, his voice rang clear, Inspiring millions, dispelling fear. From the streets of Dhaka to the halls of power, He stood firm, in the darkest hour. Bangabandhu, the friend of the masses, In his presence, hope surpasses. A champion of peace, in a world torn apart, He carried the dreams of a nation in his heart. Though taken too soon, his legacy lives on, In the hearts of the people, from dusk until dawn. Sheik Mujibur Rahman, a hero so grand, Forever cherished, in Bangladesh's land. Muntasir Mamun Kiron is a student of grade 10 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.