INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Deji Adesoye
Changming Yuan
Violeta Allmuca
Beppe Costa
Engjell I. Berisha
Narendra Kumar Arya
Akwu Sunday Victor
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Laszlo Slomovits
Stefania Battistella
Agron Shele
Lana Bella
Fahredin Shehu
Alan Britt
Silvia Scheibli
Shutta Crum
Running Cub
Alex Ferde
Irsa Ruci
Jennifer Burd
Paul B. Roth
Richard Gartee
Elisavietta Ritchie
Peycho Kanev
Helen Gyigya
Amit Parmessur
Sneha Subramanian Kanta
Robert Nisbet
Jeton Kelmendi
Duane Locke
Richard Lynch
Jean McNerney
Fred Wolven
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Francis Ferde
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THE SONG
I wake up and notice
what a wonderful world
going round inside me
immediately followed by
the noose of the news
tightening tightening
I can’t get loose
but it can’t squeeze
the song out of me
what a wonderful world
becomes the background
music of my morning
what a wonderful world
these waves of words
and notes that won’t let me be
alone with all our pain
what a wonderful world
the song soothing
smoothing the sharp
edges of despair until
they’re worn down to
not there at least for now
what a wonderful world
and that’s when it begins
again and all over again
the work to make it so
what a wonderful world
for as long as it takes
what a wonderful world
the work to make it so
for however long it’s needed
which may be forever but still
till then and beyond
what a wonderful world
MESSENGERS
let’s step out of our houses
walls saturated inside and out
with news of the latest
divisiveness terror atrocity
let’s find a tree a flower
even a blade of grass to tell
they will listen they will
not wilt nor become less
beautiful but look their
beauty back at us silently
saying those of us rooted here
near or far from that tragedy
have a role to be messengers
whose lives are the message
Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor, Michigan