Every day I play the role of life in the morning, And every single day of God goes by that performance. I am illuminated by two spotlights: Moon and Sun: at night, sleepy is only an intermission.   Trying to show talent and skill Everything is in place: the audience and the conductor. From the […]Read Post ›

Nobel Prize won a shaman; Nobel Prize – for the coming year! Nobel Prize?! Is it a dream, a hoax? I would be happy days and away from adversity!   Nobel Prize! How miserable, – A false reward of light does not attract me at all! I’d rather have a prize – the name of […]Read Post ›

Pages 34-35 of our Spring 2019 edition have a poem called “Burial of Pain” by the poet Woman. We mistakenly cut the poem short. This is it in full.   the pain of this world suffocates Her like the black laced veil worn to cover the empty eyes that blankly watch as the love of […]Read Post ›