Soil on the Moon contains some active compounds to convert
carbón dioxide into oxygen and fuels to burn.


Tectonic Plates
          by Rauc E. Sedilube

I could not tell if he was coming or going, when
he brushed his teeth and gargled antiseptic mouthwash rinse.
Although he was within the New Millennial Age time,
it seemed as well, like he was in the Renaissance sublime.
He carried too much history, and therefore, he was fat;
but he did not believe at all that this great Globe was flat.
How could he think that thought—he was so globular and round?
Life seemed to be an ever-falling avalanche unbound.
It all was so astounding, every way that he observed.
In such a World, he wondered how he could not be unnerved?

Rauc E. Sedilube is a poet of geology. One of his favourite geologists was the British Romantic Charles Lyell (1797-1875). The Renaissance Era was a European movement from the 14th century up to the 17th century, a “rebirth” that was kindled by a renewed interest in the Ancient Classical works of Greece and Rome.


          by “Wired Clues” Abe

seeming motionless.


          by “Wired Clues” Abe

The baby slowly eats,
sweet potatoes, peas, green beans,
starting mushy foods.

“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.


As baby formula is missing from so many stores,
some mothers travel miles—hundreds—down some distant roads.


Wheat Prices
          by Caleb Wuri Seed

Wheat prices have climbed 40%, since this year began,
one-third of World wheat exports, from Russia and Ukraine;
and now the second largest of producers, India,
has banned all exports due to a heatwave—immediate.
This will affect its neighbours, Thailand and the Philippines,
as well as Indonesia, which banned palm oil recently.

Caleb Wuri Seed is a poet of farming. His favourite novel on wheat farming is that of Realist American Frank Norris (1870-1902): The Octopus.


PostModern DarkNess
          by Waldeci Erebus

Randall Jarrell, Delmore Schwartz, John Berryman,
and Robert Lowell plagued us with their po-
ems. Emissaries of Death’s Ferryman,
grandsons of Erebus and Nyx, oh, Poe!
grim Charon’s kids, they rowed into the Dark
for miles, and uttered crazed words, like the Shark.

Waldeci Erebus is a poet of dark energy and dark matters. Randall Jarrell (1914-1965), Delmore Schwartz (1913-1966), John Berryman (1914-1972), and Robert Lowell (1917-1977) were American Postmodernist poets. Death’s Ferryman, of fierce, flashing, feverish eyes, is the wild, crazed and unkempt carrier of dead souls, Charon.


The Assassins
          by Waldeci Erebus

The situation’s tense. Crass murderers are loose.
They roam the earth like jackals, waiting to attack—
those souls—they hate at any moment or excuse.
They desire death. They long to blow up or to hack.
They do not question aught. To kill is what they want;
and not to kill comes up when only they are slack.
And they are everywhere upon the earth. They haunt
the cities, suburbs, country, morning, noon, or night.
They soak up evil thoughts at Satan’s very font.
Like gangs of vicious madmen laughing with delight,
they hanker after war, eschewing any truce.
Though they should be ashamed, they strive for the limelight.
They are the brash and callow servants of abuse.

Waldeci Erebus is a poet of darkness. Recent mass shootings at Laguna Woods, CA, and Buffalo, NY, added to the 201 so far in the USA in 2022, including gang murders in major US cities and the violence and deaths at the unregulated southern border.


Two months ago a Boeing 737 crashed
near Wuzhou, Guanxi, China; yet, no news shared from that smash.
That China Eastern jet crash killed 132.
It may have been deliberate, a pilot or a crew.
Flight data from the black box still held by authorities
suggest the plane may have been done in…in-ten-tion-al-ly.
Mass murder on a giant scale, which won’t be revealed,
because the evidence and motivation are concealed?

Wuzhou is a city in southern China with a population of around 850,000. The jet crach took place on March 21, 2022, the CCP noted for not noting the truth. Perhaps the greatest mass murder recently, done on a global scale is the Wuhan flu pandemic, which has killed over 1,000,000 Americans, and millions of others across the Globe—little light being revealed on it from the CCP (Chinese Communist Party).


Confucian in Confusion
          by Li “Sacred Bee” Du

“One should tell whatever is in one’s heart,”
Confucius said, poetry gives wisdom.
‘It was an elegant, allusive art,’
the Wen-jen thought, a worthy medium
for imperial examinations.
Though those days have gone the way of dodos
through the turmoil of wars, revolutions,
and new technologies, they still hold us.
We’d not want to go back to them, except
occasionally, momentarily,
less in reality, more in concept;
their fragile beauty fairs too airily.
Yet, thinking of those days, in this harsh time,
soothes the soul; one remembers the sublime.

Li “Sacred Bee” Du is a poet of Ancient China. Confucius (c. 551 BC – c. 479 BC) was a compiler of Chinese classic texts. Confucius felt traditions of his time were being abandoned.


Christ in Crisis
          by W. Israel Ebecud

Behold, one having approached, to him said,
“Teacher, what good may I do that I may
have eternal life?” To him Jesus said,
“Why do you ask me about the good? {A
single} one is good. But if you wish to
enter life, you should keep the commandments.”
To him he then asked, “Which?” And Jesus to
him answered, “You shall not murder…commit
adultery…steal…{or}…bear false witness.
Honor your father and your mother, and
love your neighbor as you love yourself.”
{These are the things Christ says to the young man.}
To him the young man says, “I followed all
these things. {Therefore,} what am I still lacking?”
To him Jesus said, “If {Here is the wall.}
you wish to be perfect {beyond asking},
go sell your possessions, give to the poor,
and you will have treasure in the heavens.
Come follow me.” {There is not a thing more.}
But having heard the word, he went grieving.
To his disciples Christ then spoke, “Truly,
to you I say that a rich person will
enter the kingdom of heaven only
with difficulty. To you I say {still},
it is easier for a camel to
go through the eye of a needle than
for a rich person to enter into
God’s kingdom” {for this is the fate of man}.
Having heard, the disciples were amazed,
saying, “Who then is able to be saved?”
Having looked on them, Jesus then this says,
“With men this is impossible. {Then gave
this more.} With God all things are possible.”
To him Peter replied, “Behold, we left
everything and followed you. What then will
we have {since from all we have been bereft}?
To him and them Christ said, “Truly, I say
to you, that you the ones having followed
me in the new world {Behold, this new day!},
when the Son of Man sits on the {hallowed}
throne of glory, you also will sit on
twelve thrones {still counting Judas} judging the
twelve tribes of Israel. And anyone
who left home {without any begrudging}
or brothers or sisters or father or
mother or children or lands on account
of my name, they will receive {so much more}
a hundredfold, and they will inherit
eternal life; for the many who are
first will be last and the last will be first.”
{Though they are just, they do frequently jar,
when upon one’s soul the words of Christ burst.}

W. Israel Ebecud is a poet of Israel. These lines are drawn from Matthew, a Galilean tax collector. The central figure of Christianity, Jesus, and his Apostle Matthew, lived during the First Century.


While covering a military raid upon Jenin,
Shireen Abu Akleh, a Palestine-American,
was shot, and died, despite her blue flak jacket of the PRESS.
Mount Zion Cemetery is where she was put to rest.


Near to Severodonetsk
          by War di Belecuse

Along the long Donets, Ukrainians repelled attempts
by Russians to transverse it near to Severodonetsk.
Three times they tried to cross the river, but they were repulsed;
destroyed pontoons and armour, oily waters there emulsed.
Along the banks, the burnt-out tanks were strewn in May’s fierce sun,
speedboats and helicopters were eliminated, done,
more than six dozen pieces of equipment scattered round,
according to what aerial photographers had found.
Yet Severodonetsk is still at risk say analysts;
for the control of the Donbas, it is a catalyst.

War di Belecuse is a poet of war. Severodonetsk is a city of approximately 100,000 in eastern Ukraine. The Donets is the largest river in eastern Ukraine and the largest tributary of the Russian Don, the fifth largest river of Europe.


At the Gas Pumps
          by Bruc “Diesel” Awe

He stood up at the gas pumps, readying to pump some gas.
The price had passed $4.00, higher than he’d seen, alas.
But though the av’rage price in the US was higher than
it ever had been, World prices had a greater span.

Bruc “Diesel” Awe is a poet of transportation. This week in the USA, as per AAA, the average regular gas price was $4.57/gallon & diesel, $5.58/gallon, the highest it has ever been. In the World most energy prices are measured per litre. One gallon is equal to 3.7854 litres. The most expensive gas in the World (May 9th data) is Hong Kong $2.88/litre, or about $10.90/gallon, the cheapest Venezuela, about $.83/gallon. But there are so many indicators in each nation. Venezuela, for example, has over 200% year-on-year inflation. The lowest gas prices in the World are 1) Venezuela, 2) Libya, 3) Iran, 4) Syria, and 5) Algeria—all authoritarian regimes, as per the Democracy Index Report, acoording to the EIU. Among the World’s half-dozen fullest democracies, Norway, New Zealand, Finland, Sweden, Iceland, and Ireland, are some who pay the most for gas, like oil-producing Norway, about $9.64/gallon.


Due to the price of energy, Brazil’s cane sugar mills
are selling sugar to producers of gas ethanol.


In the Noonday Sun
          by Urbawel Cidese

I saw him standing in the noonday sunshine wearing shades.
His darkened world was very hot; his attitude was staid.
He loved the heat, the brilliant light, but darkened caverns too,
where he could get a nice, cool drink on shadowed tavern stool.
He also longed to go to fancy picture galleries,
where artists showed their their lovely works and gorgeous salaries.
He loved their oils, silver foils, and quirky, murky scenes,
in pale browns and golden founts, in scarlets, blues and greens.
I saw him standing there amidst the people and the sets,
beneath the orange and the forward, roaring, soaring jets.


At the Curbside Waiting
          by Urbawel Cidese

He stood up at the curbside waiting for the car to pass;
he was a lone pedestrian, a saggy, baggy sap.
He wore sunglasses, since the solar disk glared in the sky;
the shining shades upon his face, like racer’s insect eyes.
Although rectangular, his blocklike head made him seem like
a robot from some distant and dystopian sci-fi.
He waited for the light…to change…and did so tight and smart,
like as a swimmer in a pool lane for the lap to start.
What world had he come to in this land of midday sun?
He stood up at the curbside waiting; therin lies the nub.

Urbawel Cidese is a poet of the City.


At the Business Meeting
          by Brad Lee Suciew

Appearing like as vultures peering down upon a dude,
a lone and thirsty fellow walking on a desert dune;
but they were in a classroom corner with a chalkboard square,
a group of businessmen discussing something vital there.
Was this a meeting in a board room, some tan hypercube?
Was this five individuals, each looking at a book?
Which of the six computed tabulations for the group?
Was this a chess game focused on the power of a rook?
Although he’d seen this heretofore, what did the worker think?
Was he a clerk? Was he a jerk? the desert white and pink?
It seemed as if the meeting was extending for them all.
Did they long to escape the tedium and leave the hall?

Brad Lee Suciew is a poet of business. This week billionaires Elon Musk (Tesla, Space-X) and Jeff Bezos (Amazon, WaPo) were engaged in arguments with the Joe Biden Admin on inflation.