INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Lana Bella
Laszlo Slomovits
Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Yuan Hongri
Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya
Alex Ferde
Karyn M. Bruce
Rajuish Mishra
Alan Britt
Patrick Ashinze
Shutta Crum
Fahredin Shehu
Paul B. Roth
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Joanie Freeman
Gale Acuff
Robert Nisbet
Fred Wolven
Sreekanth Kopuri
Michael Lee Johnson
Silvia Scheibli
Richard Gartee
Ali Znaidi
Jennifer Burd
John Grey
Running Cub
Peycho Kanev
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Francis Ferde
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Broken
Has it come to this again?
Sitting on the couch, reading
without seeing the words, just flipping
through the pages, covered with white
light and stale wisdom,
lonely in this house in the middle
of this huge world,
as the snowflakes begin to fall like ashes;
time continues to elapse as
the night slowly crushes in the window
and soon enough everything around
is veiled in darkness,
but then the only light in the room
comes from the vase on the table
with the single yellow begonia in it
and I continue to read undisturbed.
When You Ask me About it
Silence—
empty fields without fences
and
you smoke a cigarette at the window
in delight
Something about the silence makes me
silent
and I always expect after that some violence
to erupt
The Japanese diver dives for the pearl
in the endless smile of the ocean
among timelessness and serenity
Pearl and smoke
Constellations and star dust –
that is the name of all
Fire always precedes everything
even the beginning.
Peycho Kanev, Bulgaria and Chicago, Illinois