INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Fahredin Shehu
Elisavietta Ritchie
Uvie Gwewhegbe
Jennifer Burd
George Miller
Robert Penick
Laszlo Slomovits
Richard Gartee
Gale Acuff
Stephen Sleboda
Robert Nisbet
Chris Spitters
Silvia Scheibli
Michael Lee Johnson
Alicia Mathias
Alan Britt
Y. Przhebelskaya
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Alex Ferde
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Shutta Crum
Fred Wolven
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Francis Ferde
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...and where did you hide for so long
just now when I reckon you in Aquarius
Shall you have to say something loudly
I shall keep my ears open
and the mouth shut
the eyes with tripled dioptrics to see
all your battles you craftily won and
the Art I do conquer for about thirty years
wants to resurrect into
a tangible something un-named so far
to last longer than the ten lifespans
of the mere mortals
...and I took the arrow
to target the Saturn's ring
full of ice nuggets and clods
In
my remorse
I shan't change my name
In
my happiness
I shall not evaporate the essence
In
my despair
I shall not dry all tears so
they may fall like dandruff
In
my bewilderment
I shall not loose myriads of worlds
so packed into a lump of DNA
In
my awe
I shall not fear the unknown so
overwhelmingly envelopes me
Pulsing tightly and sometimes loose
ENCAPSULATED IN THE ECHO OF THE RAINBOW COLOR SHELL
I
have seen
how it all spins in me
like Torus, while
turmoiling the sea
a rustling of waves
took my sonoric memories
and evaporating Iodine
filled my lungs full of nicotine
The breeze took away
so much of my tears
dried as nacre and
in my eyelashes
the palm leaves sprinkled talcum
Shadeless I became
like everyone in Love
Weightless I am now
floating between "Then" and "Tomorrow"
In
my "Here-now" I dwell
sailing with all those in Love
who never count minutes
nor a Time has
any meaning at all
Fahredin Shehu, Pristina, Kosova