by “Wired Clues” Abe

Very soberly,
the baby goes for a ride
upon a stroller.


          by “Wired Clues” Abe

Kolar Gold Fields 2,
too much popcorn, coke and sound:
next day the ears ring.

“Wired Clues” Abe is a poet using Japanese forms united with technology, who although he appreciates the Gendai movement and New Rising Haiku, very much admires traditional haiku.


Now after two-and-one-half years, Shanghai has finally
confirmed its very first coronavirus casualty.
In all that time of all the millions of inhabitants,
no one has died. That’s what one gets with zero-tolerance.
Can it be possible this death must be reported since
the lockdown has been highly visible these last few months?


The Yuxi Circle
          by Aw “Curbside” Lee

A circle of 4000 kílométers, round Yuxi,
is more than half of Earth’s bioavailability,
containing Indonesia, China, India, Thailand,
Malaysia, Vietnam, the Philippines, and Pakistan.

Aw “Curbside” Lee is a poet of industry. Yuxi, in the Chinese province of Yunnan, has a population of around 2,500,000. It lies south of Kunming, China, northwest of Vietnam, and northeast of Myanmar.


A Singing Singaporean
          by Lee Du Crab Siew
          “…hey, you, get off of my cloud…”
              —Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

They had been working with some refugees from the Ukraine;
and on an EasyJet were flying back to home again.
They had been distributing water, food, and some supplies
and now were flying 30,000 feet up in the sky.
They asked the cabin crew if they could play and sing a song.
A Singaporean played a guitar. They sang along.
They were so happy there before the bitter Twitter crowd
decried their spirit: ‘We won’t hear it. Get off of our cloud.’
They should have kept it to themselves. It’s better to deceive.
The TikTok squad prefers to mock what other souls believe.

Lee Du Crab Siew is a poet of Singapore and other points beyond.


There’s Something Rotten in the State of Eden Marq
          by Cid Wa’eeb El Sur

There’s more to life than just some random, hot-sex servicing.
There’s satisfaction being á part of some greater thing.
There’s no desire for another dropping of the drawers
there standing, situated at an arbitrary door.
There’s something odd about those men who come to talk about
their sensuality, their urges, and their carnal tao.
There’s so much more than concupiscence and salacity—
the rest of life, o, yes, possesses such capacity.

Cid Wa’eeb El Sur is a poet of Iraq.


Procne and…
          by Esiad L. Werecub
          “…Ityn flebiliter gemens…”
              —Horace, “Odes, IV: 12”

Procne and Philomela were offspring of Pandion,
who was the king of Athens, and Erechtheus’s son,
who gave to Thrace’s Tereus for rendered services
Procne, his daughter, mother of son Itys (Itylos).

But Tereus, the son of Ares, raped his own wife’s sis,
and cut her tongue so she could not speak freely of his dis.
Procne, apprised of what her husband did, through tapestry,
cooked Itys and then served him up for Tereus to eat.

They fled; he chased; but they escaped his rage with godly bail:
Procne became a swallow, Philomela nightingale;
and Tereus was turned into a hoopoe by the gods;
while Aristophanes mocked Sophoclean tragic nods.

Esiad L. Werecub is a poet of ancient Greece. Horace (65 BC – 8 BC) was a Golden Age Latin poet. Aristophanes (c. 446 BC – c. 386 BC) and Sophocles (c. 496 BC – c. 406 BC) were noted Classical Greek dramatists.


BlackSea Death
          by War di Belecuse

Who tried to keep tabs on the underwater submarine,
so beautiful, but deadly, in the grey and dirty green?
Poseidon rose above the BlackSea cloud-shrouds overhead.
The unseen Sun was shining, pale white and glaring dread.
He lifted up his trident, dolphins, nowhere to be seen.
He turned to look above; the gulls flew off in ecstasy.
Around his neck, the silver water streamed in shiny beads.
Around his godly body, whor-led dark-brown woven weeds.
He took his bath in wrath and scorn within that giant tub,
and watched the Moskva sink as, too, the Mariupol hub.

War di Belecuse is a poet of war.


Dedekind & Infinity
          by Euclidrew Base

According to the dedicated mathematician,
the German Dedekind, upon his path to the Undone:
when it is similar to a part of its proper self,
a system S is said to be one infinite in pelf.

Euclidrew Base is a poet of mathematics. J W R Dedekind (1831-1916) was a noted German Realist mathematician.


The Oceanbird
          by Eric Albu, “Swede”

The large, wind-powered Oceanbird is a large-ship-machine
developed by the Swedish firm—Wallenius Marine.
Two-hundred meters long with five retractable wingsails.
The ship design will lower air emissions as it hails.
On transatlantic journeys, more than 30,000 tons,
the rigging’s made from steel and composite “ailerons”.
Though not as fast, it will still carry lots of vehicles:
capacity of 7,000 cars, or fewer trucks.
Propellar cavitation, means it travels quieter,
without the sound of engine pound, or generator purr.

Eric Albu, “Swede” is a poet of Sweden.


Enrique González Martínez
          by Cesal Dwe Uribe

A poet, surgeon, obstetrician, and a diplomat,
his poetry, tinged with French symbolism, in its act,
though Modernist in tone, was also for the Ages, yes,
like yesterday’s, tomorrow’s poets could seek to address.
Off from Olympus, he took flight; he had an Owl’s eye;
if not the Swan’s fine grace, at least he had sobriety.
O, wring its neck, yes, scrag the Swan with white deceiving plumes,
the Universal Cosmic World is dark past its illumes.
It is not easy to interpret in the dead of Night,
and yet it must be clarified, though there’s so little light.

Cesal Dwe Uribe is a poet of Mexico. Enrique González Martínez (1871-1952) was a Mexican Modernist poet.


Newsreel, Newtown, Connecticut:
I cannot think that Sandy Hook was really a false flag,
that Adam Lanza did not kill the kids most thought he had;
but Alex Jones obsessed about it, and so he’s been slapped,
and Info Wars has fallen to this orchestrated flap.

Newtown, Connecticut, is a town of around 27,000.


Jay Mora-Shihadeh
          by Red Was Iceblue

Jay Mora-Shihadeh, from metro-Philadelphia,
received his BFA in paint and studied therapy.
Direct, expressive, bold in colour, brutal line and shape,
in Sarasota, Florida, now, south of Tampa Bay,
spontaneous, at times he leans to the mysterious,
amidst one of the largest group of Rubens canvasses.

Red Was Iceblue is a poet of Modern, PostModern and NewMillennial painting. Jay Mora-Shihadeh is a contemporary American artist. Metro Philadelphia has a population of around 6,000,000, Sarasota about 50,000. Peter Paul Rubens (1577-1640) was a Flemish Baroque painter of large, sweeping, highly charged compositions from Christianity and the Classical world. His painting “Massacre of the Innocents” sold for £49,500,000 in 2002. The John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, in Sarasota, Florida, contains the “largest collections of Rubens canvasses in the World.”


Multnomah Falls
          by Ubs Reece Idwal

Each year two million pause to see Multnomah Falls rush forth,
and drop, more than six hundred feet, along I-84.
He saw the silver stream fall down beyond each outcrop bulk,
as if it were the dogtags of a huge, humungus hulk.
He loved to watch the gushing waters crashing down below.
He loved the splashing and the flashy, smashing, shining glow.
And though he did not it adore; as far as it did go,
he thought it beautiful to gaze upon—a brilliant show.

Ubs Reece Idwal is a poet of the Pacific Northwest. Multnomah Falls is in northern Oregon, along the Columbia River.


The Biden Admin ups the use of corn-based ethanol,
contributing more to the global warming overall.


His Chocolate Comet Crispy Crunch
          by Carb Deliseuwe

He had plant protein in his choc’late comet crispy crunch—
that toasted rice-bean cereal with whole-grain fibre munch,
no artificial flavours, colours or preservatives,
a combo of garbanzo beans, and navy, lentil, vits.
He felt like as an astronaut set free in outer space,
connected to brown planet Earth, and its dirt-turf creates.

Carb Deliseuwe is a poet of food. According to Beau Lecsi Werd, “creates” here is used as a noun.


Concupiscent Cream
          by Walice du Beers
          “…concupiscent curds…”
              —Wallace Stevens, “The Emperor of Ice Cream”

He put some concupiscent cream into his coffee cup,
he took a sip, a lovely sup, and then he drank it up.
Perhaps beyond that bittersweet and warm drink he would take,
he’d wake up in those passing waves, and flourish in their wake.

Walice du Beers is a poet of diamonds and drink. Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) was a Modernist American poet.


At a Zoo
          by Bud “Weasel” Rice
          “Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte
          der sich im allerkleinsten Kreise dreht,
          ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte
          in der betäubt ein grosser Wille steht.”
              —Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Panther”

It was a zoo where he was at, with many animals.
He saw a stout gorilla through the large, thick, window glass.
He wondered at that primate. Did he ponder where he was?
Reflected in the glass he saw, that mammal’s ample buzz.
Nearby he saw a person looking. Was he in a mask?
He swatted insects with his hand. He wanted them to scat.
Too close for comfort, yet he kept on watching that great ape.
He wondered what it would be like to have him for a pet.
The zoo was dark and somber; this was not bright Africa.
It was an urban setting, down south in America.

Bud “Weasel” Rice is a poet of animals. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) was a German Modernist poet.