HOW MY FAMILY SURVIVES:

ON HUMAN ADAPTATION TO HARSH HABITATS



If you’ve imagined

vast sandy ruins

you should intuit

there are Bedouins.

And icy wastelands

would seem to imply

there are Inuit

who would there reside.



BORN FOR TWILIGHT



Today’s worlds lose their edge.

Sharp light softens with age.

Silhouettes turn vague.

Colorshapes gray to sludge.

Horizon slides to sky.

I was born for twilight.

My seven senses smudge.



THE SILENCE MAY BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE NOISE: AN ILLUSTRATION






























--Duane Vorhees





FOR LOVE



You wanted to share my life;

time kept you from my past; the future hasn't come yet;

today is just for laughs.

Sometimes I know i bored you,

and other times ignored you.

You know how I felt toward you.

But to say I wanted no one but you would not be true.

I auditioned my actors, and you weren't in the cast.

Fitting out my clipper life replaced you with a mast.

You know that I adored you.

But once I had explored you

I just could not afford you.

Many a man has decayed and gone to bugs – but not for love.



THE BEAST



And now who's going to drool at your beauty?

Who's going to bark through the night?

Who's going to bury

his bone for you today?

and howl for your exclusive delight?



My head has become a slow white dove--

no match, I'm afraid,

for the swiftsweet addersss of your fingersss.

Just a flikflik of the tongue,

one whiplash embrace--

and

already

the rich delicious poison

invades my heart.



Imagine our bodies in braille,

fingertongues perusing,

teasing out nuances,

weighing every significance.

We turn over

sheet after sheet.

Each climax foreshadowed,

we read ourselves to sleep.



I love your body's several smiles

as I press my name on all your mouths.

I love the way your body smiles

in some of your most surprising places.

I love the several smiles your body hides.

I love the hidden ways your body smiles for me,

The Easter Egg Hunt of your passion. The gift at your Christmas Tree.



No music's only one finger on one string.

The ocean wants a moon to make a tide.

Left foot needs right to create a stride.

And flight requires flow and wing.

It all makes a kind of bawdy sense:

Selfish soliloquy, no substance.



sticky nights

with a peppermintcheeked wonderchild

gumdrop breasts and licorice thighs

and acres of sugar cube smile

(even sweets will turn sour

if left for overnight;

too many lonely long hours

between the passion and delight)

and now who's going to drool at your beauty?



Who's going to bark through the night?

Who's going to to bury his bone for you today

and howl for your exclusive delight?



I've had my wine,

my kiss and my cock,

my garden and my trial.



I've got my thorns,

my thief and my hill,

my boulder and my style.



Where are my ring,

my fief and my rod,

my halo and my choir?



...

That Dog




He still regularly

Looks at photos 

Of London

On his phone,

He could be anywhere

When he does this,

That dog was

Thirteen pounds

Of amazing.




Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “London,” his second full-length poetry collection, is due out in March.

Ibrat Academy

The 21st century is the age of information technologies. Today, we cannot imagine our life without these innovations. Their scale is developing not by the day, but by the hour.

It is possible to easily send and receive information from one end of the world to another, and even communicate freely with them. Such news and innovations could not even be imagined by mankind 100 years ago.

In the global community, language is the most effective tool for mankind. Learning a language opens up so many possibilities that we can’t even count them all. Knowledge of the language helps not only in communication, but also in achieving success in the world. The level of the IELTS-language certificate is high worldwide. A certificate is also required from the candidate to get a visa when going abroad or to get a new job.

A new “Ibrat Academy” project aimed at improving the level of knowledge of world languages was founded in Uzbekistan. Before it was announced, this project reached a million views on social networks: You Tube and Telegram. “Ibrat Academy” is a project based on free, high-quality and creative teaching of foreign languages. In this project, people of any age can learn a new language, improve their knowledge, and take part in tests based on their knowledge.  In order to make it more convenient for students, an official application was created, which includes useful video lessons by qualified experts. It creates an opportunity to learn the language easily in any case, at any time. More than 20 language courses and thousands of tests took place from this project. Of course, another basis of language learning is vocabulary. In the project, this issue has been thoroughly considered, and a section of dictionaries has also been created. Each learner can track the scores collected by completing the tests in the “Leaderboard” section. There are even many young people who have won many prizes through their knowledge. Each learner who completes a new language course will receive a certificate. At the last stage, all knowledge is tested and determined by artificial intelligence. Learners can also communicate with the artificial intelligence, even observing its mistakes and shortcomings, giving some instructions.

The heads of the project are Alisher Sadullayev and Rustam Koriyev, and in order to achieve the goal of the project, they and their team are working together to promote actions throughout the republic. Among them, G’iduvan district of Bukhara region strengthened its rating at the republic level. In this matter, the contributions of the district governor Sh. Ashurov, project leaders H. Tokhtayev, Sh. Sharipov, Y. Asadov, etc. Extensive work is being done in the field of education in the district.

It is no exaggeration to say that the expected goal has already been achieved in this project. The project is not only limited to language teaching, but also helps to add Uzbekistan to the ranks of developed countries.

I am also one of the captains of the Ibrat academy of Gijduvon district. Our team has been leading the way in the promotion of the project since the beginning of the project in the republic. We, the youth, are worthy children who will be a strong foundation for the future of the Motherland, and we will strive bravely towards the noble goal set before us. And of course we justify the trust given to us.

Ruziyeva Barnokhan was born on November 28, 2006 in Gijduvon district, Bukhara region of the Republic of Uzbekistan. She writes and translates poems in her free time. In 2017, the poetry collection “Nurli koshona” and “Mehrigiyo” was published in 2020. Her poems were published in the Turkish language in the Turkish anthology organized by Turkey, Uzbekistan and Azerbaijan.’’Motivations for your success” is published in English by the JEF publishing house of the Republic of Moldova. It is available for sale in 26 countries of the world. In June 2023, a poem and an article were published in the German “Raven Cage” magazine. Today, she is a member and ambassador of several organizations. In Uzbekistan, about 20 of her creative works have been published in magazines and newspapers.

The Mirror Under The Rain

The other woman says 
that she loves your chest
even your words have a way 
to unhook her bra to thaw
 in your amorous destination.

Don’t forget about your promises,
She begins and ends her daylights 
thinking about nobody but yourself.
Try to understand her, don’t break her. 

She says that your lips flavours is not
in the liquor, perhaps, she starts to sip
your presence in her morning cup of tea.
She sees you as great as her heartbeats.

You spend your youth looking for a new love
The first time she held a man’s hand was yours
Since then, she adores the way you caress her 
breasts, her hair. In front of the mirror under the rain…

+



We are alongside
           the LOVE
With us
   ☆ Heart reins
       about & within.
Your
  House is undiminished

Rest now
   this cup is pure aether
      Before after &
               Between
          Unsourced
            as faith
              Rings the
                  touch
An
 untimely presence
  turns its own clock
whenever it joins in Trust

    The universe is
              in verse
 A story
      told
And quite frankly
Still quite
 young

                                                ............



by John Edward Culp 
   Sunday morning 
   January 28, 2024

***

а chick that has fallen from a nest into the water cannot swim

the water becomes covered with a crust of ice

the chick feels like a fish in its belly

the world poured out from the cracked shell spills out into the silensе

a dead hen laid a wasted vain egg


***

dragonfly drinks

the voice of stone

the night swallows up

the spring


***

tree turns into a crucifixion cross

no one asks the tree why it grew


I kiss you while you sleep in next your dreams

no one asks me what I wish for


***

you need to dress warmer because the cemetery under the bed is still growing and the snow continues to fall in silence

for silence

to silence


flowers dream of knowing nothing about the grave and I don’t want to know anything about you

about snow

about death


sperm looking for its nest

the nest is looking for something to fill its emptiness


I'm aiming a shooting star at my temple

the world around goes out



***

Horizon blushes

Sunrise hues in bloom cascade

Daybreak's painted sky



(With AI)



***

Ocean whispers softly,

Tides paint poetry.



(With AI)



***
a leaf of my soul is torn off

I haven't seen sakura for a long time
I've never seen sakura

***
the master's face 
in the mirror of my freckles

***
bird gypsum

my eyes are stuck in the web of the sky

***
Who among us has not fallen in love 
with a young Justin Bieber in his youth?

Icons with saints and a poster
with pop stars are torn off the walls of a collapsed house

Star 82 review reprint

***
the swallow is crying blue

***
brother is a brute brutus

***
I won't be able to be one day

***
stomach ripped open with tears

***
headlight light lantern light eye light
night in the hood

***
In the moonlit forest 
I want to die australopithecus

***
the drum dies loud

***
the notes of the music 
will evaporate in the air

***
injury leaves
grass and glass
water and sun

***
dry cough
wet forehead
winter

***
T r e p
T r i p
R i p
I p
I


***
The stars drowning in the night 
Do not shine for anyone

***
Even kittens can die

***
I go out into the snow
I become snow

***
I'm drawing
I'm drawing
I'm drawing
I'm blind

***
Green grass
Green glass

Injuries

***
Beetles can't sing

***
The dog god was born in the cold
Every dog came into this world cold
From what silence of thought to mold the resurrection and death of a pagan god
And suddenly God will not be resurrected?
Will it suddenly turn out that this god does not belong to the pagans?


All the religions of the world struggle with the bag of death
Is it for life?
Cowardice is noted by every dog
Fleeing is blood-soaked
Hunger or the palms of the dog god
The palmless paws of the dog god
Godless dogs


Every stray dog is a dog god born in the cold

(The Wise Owl reprint)

***
autumn draws winter

***
how a chicken uses a microwave
a black star lights up in the sky

burn like chicken on the grill
or live like a bird that cannot fly 
for slaughter

***
kings are everywhere 
even in the mirror


***
tastes could not be discussed 
the proud tree is silent as before
but now in the form 
of a paper cup 
for coffee


***
no one asked the grass why it grew and uprooted it
the grass is our home
grass is our glass
wallpaper glue doesn't hold the wallpaper of the homeless well


***
baby was born in the grass
grass was born in a child
the sun shines in the summer for everyone