Poetry from Jasna Gugic

Black and white photo of a young white woman with brown eyes and short hair curly at the end.
Jasna Gugic
SILENCE

Silence in me
strikes in lightnings
of the sky, too gray
and destroys my accumulated
fear in the years 
of non-belonging.
Silence in you
does not know my fears
and gets lost in the words 
of unknown people
whose hands cannot
touch the softness
of our hearts.
Don't let me stay silent
because my love is
louder than your smile.
The loudest one.

LIFE

This life is
soaked with tears
and the words are too small
to pronounce
all life in an instant
and my love
hidden in the corners of solitude.
This life is
soaked with tears
and the pain of the past
is stronger
than the impending ecstasy
in the kiss of the night
and my escape is stronger
than the strength of your will.
This life is
soaked with tears
and the joy gets crushed
by the sorrow of the
desperate and disbelief in a
new longing.
This life is
soaked with tears
but today there is a smile
in my eyes
so don't walk away
from my smile .
Don't let the grief
to put out these embers
at least sometimes
when I forget
that this life is soaked with tears.


HOPE

I would like to take
the paths of new hope
and erase my footprints behind
me because your escort is
superfluous before the rising sun.
I would like to walk
the land of solitude
for years
and walk on
the silence of the
pathlessness liberated
of all your words and
deeds. I would like to be
born again
bathed in purity
of my soul
and stand
in front of the starry sky
as a newborn.
And pardon
my rude words
and be patient
because my loneliness
is your loneliness, too.
You are my other self.
You do what I am afraid of.

Jasna Gugić
Translated by Anita Vidakovic Ninkovic

Jasna Gugić was born in Vinkovci, Croatia. She is the Vice-President for public relations of the Association of Artists and Writers of the World SAPS; Global Ambassador of Literacy and Culture for the Asih Sasami Indonesia Global Writers, P.L.O.T.S USA the Creative Magazine Ambassador for Croatia; and a member of Angeena International, a non-profit organization for peace, humanity, literature, poetry, and culture. She is also co-editor of the anthology, Compassion—Save the World, one poem written by 130 world poets.

The last important award with a single nomination for Croatia was awarded by UHE – Hispanic World Writers’ Union – César Vallejo 2020 World Award for Cultural Excellence.

Jasna is a multiple winner of many international awards for poetry and literature, and her work has been translated into several world languages. Her first independent collection of poetry was published in 2021, a bilingual English-Croatian edition, entitled Song of Silence. She lives and works in Zagreb, Croatia.


Many of her poems have been translated into several foreign languages and are represented in joint collections. Her poems have been published in magazines in the USA, Spain, Greece, Italy, Russia, India, Syria, Denmark, Brazil, Mexico, Bangladesh, Serbia, Albania, Nigeria, Belgium, China, Chile, Nepal, Pakistan, Korea, Germany and etc.


Her poems are published in so many world-famous print and electronic magazines, journals, websites, blogs, and anthologies like Spillwords Press – USA, P.L.O.T.S. The Creative Magazine – USA, Mad Swirl – USA, WordCity Literary Journal – USA, Medusa’s Kitchen – USA, Atunis Galaxy Poetry – Albania /Belgium, Lothlorien Poetry Journal – UK, Polis Magazino – Greece, Homouniversalis – Greece, Chinese Language Monthly – 中國語文月刊 – China, Eboquills – Nigeria, Azahar Revista Poetica – Spain, Sindh Courier – Pakistan, Magazine Humanity – Russia, Entre Parentesis – Chile, Daily Asia Bani – Bangladesh, Bharat Vision – Denmark, Litterateur Rw, Dritare E Re – Albania, Literary Yard – India, Gazeta Destinacioni – Al bania, The Moment International News – Germany, Kavya Kishor English – Bangladesh, PETRUŠKA NASTAMBA, an e-magazine for language, literature, and culture – Serbia, Güncel Sanat magazine – Turkey, Cultural Reverence, a global digital journal of art and literature -India , A Too Powerful Word – Serbia, Magazine Ghorsowar – India, Al-Arabi Today Magazine, Magazine Rainbow, Humayuns Editorial – Bangladesh, Himalaya Diary – Nepal and Agarid br. 24 and 16, Online newspaper NewsNjeju, Korea, Willwash. wordpress blogzine – Nigeria
 

Poetry from Duane Vorhees

THIS STREET

This warm wide street

murders the infant ice.

It carries benefit and debt

from Perdition to Paradise.

It’s walked by gamblers and planners,

sharers of a barrel

or a quarrel.

Perceived to be staid

by beseechers and besiegers

looking for worship or a war,

by flatterers, benefactors,

prophets, and the perfidious–

it’s radical and erratic,

as wild as a wave.

PHASES

1

The horned owl would hunt at night.

I watched it from an egg,

blinked

and couldn’t find its flight.

Worried that it went extinct,

unable to sleep, I mourned

until I found, faint, its horns.

2

Fishes glimmer in the nets

spread across the deep.

Trapped, they surrender to death

in their cold, dark, and cramped keep.

But, oh! What schools they inspired;

when stars spawned, no one higher.

3

The orange on the sky tree

is burnished like polished brass

trumpeting Eternity’s

emergence from a dark past.

How sweetly that orange glows

all today and tomorrow.

ROSES OR LOTUS, LINE AND POLE

My self lives with several selves

that confront, ignore, cooperate.

Sometimes the Army of Roses quelled

rivals with promises of passion.

The Lotus Ashram would dominate

through its acceptance of inaction.

Or I’d be the weathered bosun’s mate

on discovery from Line to Pole.

I oscillated from soul to soul.

I joined that Army but deserted

when I learned passion had gone awol.

Alas, when romance eluded me

I tried the Ashram to forget it.

I got to Bali and Moosonee

but then got strapped to mast, unshirted.

Now content, selves meld with line and pole.

BESTIALITY

White teeth

I mourn–

they’re shorn

like sheep–

and bones

grown limp

like shrimp

and prawns.

My thumb,

adrift,

a skiff

of chum;

my tongue,

threatened

vegan

dugong.

The knees

wobble

and stall

like bees,

and toes

crackle,

rattle

like crows.

The heart

quivers,

shivers–

tense hart.

A MAN’S MOTIVATION, EXCUSE, AND RULE

An idea, an acre,

an ounce, an inch of skin–

a man’s motivation

for mayhem may be quite thin.

By fiat, by fire, by fist,

by bullet, or by blade–

a man’s excuse and rule

can be tradition or trade,

opportunity or lust,

inspiration, or luck.

A try will lose, will triumph

through cowardice, through pluck.

Poetry from Noah Berlatsky

Get Out of the Water

Jellyfish float like lungs in the sea

and lungs float like jellyfish in a different sea.

Everything is breathing with life and ick.

That is the kind of pantheism we are talking about.


Every beach is on the edge of another beach

and you can walk there on the jellyfish.

They pulse with the transparency of borders.

Our lungs yearn to mate and evolve in the jellylike sea.


We will never stop evolving.

The jellyfish are going to kick your ass, God

with their universal love that stings.

Poetry from Henry Bladon

The Sweet Smell of Chaos 

The frantic fizzle-frazzle fanatic,
pounding the sidewalk 
proposing splintered logic
and energised by hypertrophic rhythm.

Pulsating patterns propound
a maelstrom mindset, 
a confused calibration
housed in a chocolate-stained cabinet.

The metallic clang 
from a spoonful of sympathy 
is mixed in a sunlit side room.

Sudden alchemy from a cobalt portal. 
The succulent sound of ozone.
The taste of psychic salvation.

Someone crunches on a red apple
and starts to cough.

 
Dark Matter

There was a hippy unreality in my dream.
I was in an online echo chamber
where thoughts queued for attention
and words were bending into a black hole.

The background was populated
with pixelated memories 
of the 90s rave scene 
and pieces of leftover pizza.

There was anxiety when
conversational voids appeared
in a debate concerning
early climate change warnings.

The galactic rulers filled the space
with free streaming particles
and announced that cosmic microwaves 
would be available in all new-build cosmic houses.

In the corner of a park,
a man was standing on a box 
and yelling into a broken megaphone,
asking: if we can’t see it, 
does dark matter really matter?

Short story from Gustavo M. Galliano

Middle aged Latino man with short brown hair standing in front of a painting of rocks against a red and orange and yellow desert landscape. He's wearing a black short sleeve shirt.
Gustavo M. Galliano
ÚLTIMA GRAN PANDEMIA 
Por Gustavo M. GALLIANO

	Nadie supo cómo, donde o porqué surgió. Bastó su génesis para que se propagara por todo el desprevenido planeta, y ya no hubo retorno. Contagio total, sin tiempo de medicinas.
	Me ha contado en secreto mi amigo imaginario Xerafín que el huésped primario fue un humano. Que decidió abrir su pecho  y exclamar,  en sincero  frenesí,  las  tres fantásticas palabras: “¡Solidaridad, Resiliencia y Paz!”.
	Al instante, el virus se propago por el aire, pandémico,  vinculando  cuerpos, mentes y almas, en cada rincón.  El planeta muto, sus habitantes no volvimos a ser los mismos. 
	Y ese día fue hoy.-


LAST GREAT PANDEMIC 
By Gustavo M. GALLIANO

       No one knew how, where or why it arose. Its genesis was enough for it to spread throughout the unsuspecting planet, and there was no return. Total contagion, no time for medicines.
       I have been secretly told by my imaginary friend Xerafin that the primary host was a human. That he decided to open his chest and exclaim, in sincere frenzy, the three fantastic words: "Solidarity, Resilience and Peace!".
       Instantly, the virus spread through the air, pandemic, linking bodies, minds and souls, in every corner. The planet mutated, its inhabitants were never the same again.
And that day was today.-

BREVE BIOGRAFÍA de:

Prof. Gustavo Marcelo GALLIANO.

          Nacido en Gödeken, Santa Fe, República Argentina. Escritor, poeta, Jurado en certámenes literarios Internacionales. Periodismo digital. Docente Universitario de la Facultad de Derecho de la UNR, en la asignatura Historia Constitucional Argentina. Miembro del CICSO (Centro de investigaciones en Ciencias Sociales). Secretario Técnico de REDIM.     

          Se ha desempeñado como Corresponsal Especial en diversas revistas internacionales de Arte y Literatura (Cañ@santa, Sinalefa, ViceVersa, Long Island al Día, RosannaMúsica, etc).

          Integra la Red de Escritores en Español (REMES), Poetas de Mundo, Unión Hispano-Mundial de Escritores (UHE), la Fundación César Égido Serrano, Naciones Unidas de las Letras (Ave Viajera y Proyecto Mundial Semillas de Juventud), entre otras. Actualmente es colaborador especial de Revista Poética AZAHAR (España), Revista Literaria-artístico PLUMA y TINTERO (España), Revista Literaria KENAVÒ (Italia) y Revista OFRANDA LITERARA (Rumania) donde también integra el Colegio Editorial.

          Ha obtenido distinciones y premios en certámenes y concursos internacionales de cuentos, narrativa, micro relato y poesía. Publicó libros (LA CITA, 5 AUTORES) y participe  de antologías y revistas publicadas y traducidas en más de 100 países.

          Ha sido designado como Embajador de la Palabra y la Paz por diversas instituciones: WWPO (USA), Círculo de Embajadores Universales de la Paz (Francia / Suiza), Fundación César Égido Serrano y Museo de la Palabra (España).

          Reside en Rosario, Santa Fe, República Argentina.

BRIEF BIOGRAPHY of:

Prof. Gustavo Marcelo GALLIANO

Born in Gödeken, Santa Fe, Argentine Republic. Writer, poet, jury in international literary contests. Digital journalism. University Professor at the Faculty of Law of the UNR, in the subject Argentine Constitutional History. Member of CICSO (Social Sciences Research Center). REDIM Technical Secretary.

He has worked as a Special Correspondent for various international Art and Literature magazines (Cañ @ santa, Sinalefa, ViceVersa, Long Island al Día, RosannaMúsica, etc).

He is a member of the Red de Escritores en Español (REMES), Poetas de Mundo, Union Hispano-Mundial de Escritores (UHE), the César Égido Serrano Foundation, the United Nations of Letters (Ave Viajera and the World Seeds of Youth Project), among others. Currently he is a special contributor to AZAHAR Poetic Magazine (Spain), PLUMA and TINTERO Literary-artistic Magazine (Spain), KENAVÒ Literary Magazine (Italy) and OFRANDA LITERARA Magazine (Romania) where he is also a member of the Editorial College.

He has obtained distinctions and prizes in international contests and contests for short stories, narrative, short story and poetry. He published books (LA CITA, 5 AUTORES) and participated in anthologies and magazines published and translated in more than 100 countries.

He has been designated as Ambassador of the Word and Peace by various institutions: WWPO (USA), Circle of Universal Ambassadors of Peace (France / Switzerland), César Égido Serrano Foundation and Museum of the Word (Spain).

He resides in Rosario, Santa Fe, Argentine Republic.