Tuesday, April 16, 2024

The Anthology : Verses Towards the Continents by Angela Kosta


Angela Kosta publishes the Anthology: VERSES TOWARDS THE CONTINENTS, Poets from all over the world in Italian.
Poetry knows no borders, just as poets have no homeland...

Poetry unites 72 authors who, with their verses across continents, come together in a single language and in a single point: Italy. All the poets have been translated by the author, who in addition to translation is committed to promoting them in other languages by collaborating with various literary magazines beyond the Balkans and Europe. 

Through their verses, the poets express their love for nature, their love for each other, their desire for peace, they call attention to politicians, who are primarily responsible for what happens in their countries and in the world, they strongly say "No" to arms and yes to the call for a ceasefire. Others dedicate the verses to themselves, to their unconscious, proclaiming good conscience and good conduct for a better world. Still others write to the universe, to the galaxy, a mystery that is unattainable as long as it is visible. In this Anthology you will find the play on words: magic magic, enchanting enchantment, dutiful duty, hopeful hope, love in love, peaceful peace, sentimental feelings, everything beyond everything, bittersweet, the clear blue of the globe and much more...

About the Editor :-


ANGELA KOSTA was born in Elbasan - Albania and has lived in Italy since 1995. She is a translator, essayist, journalist, literary critic, publisher and promoter. He has published 12 books: novels, poems and fairy tales in Albanian, Italian and English. His publications and translations have been published in various national and international literary magazines and newspapers.

Angela Kosta translates and writes articles and interviews for the newspaper "Calabria Live", Saturno magazine, Alessandria Today Magazine, the international magazine "Orfeu:", the newspaper "Nacional", Gazeta Destinacioni, Perqasje Italo - Shqiptare, the magazine "Atunis", she collaborates with the magazines: "International Literature Language Journal (Michigan), Wordsmith International Editorial (Florida), The Daily Global (Bangladesh), India, Pakistan, etc.

She is co-author in several anthologies in: USA, England, India, Bangladesh, Albania, Russia, Kosovo, etc. 
Angela Kosta is Ambassador for Culture and Peace in: Bangladesh, Poland, Canada, Algeria, Egypt, Mexico, Romania etc.

She is also Vice President of Poets in the World in South Korea, a member of the League of Writers (LSHASH) and BSHBSH - Italy, AAA (America), Greece, Poland, Hungary, Mexico, Romania, Croatia, India, etc. 

Angela Kosta's poems, essays and articles are translated and published in 30 foreign languages and countries. In addition, Angela Kosta has been featured in International Literature Language Journal, Wordsmith International Editorial and Saturno Magazine, and The Sentinel.

Thursday, April 11, 2024

Two Poems by Minko Tanev

Sunrise in Colors And Birds 
 
In love with forms, with their steep movement,
I foresaw calmness - in me
a flirtation was brewing between colors and poems
and the cry was mine.
 
I wept and sang, starry peak, serene foothills,
in the terrifying height –
hymn to mythical heroes in the sky alarmingly
and the soul bleeds.
 
The flame goes out. The target is hit.
Enlightenment. Smoke.
Anthills freeze in the tunnel's snow vault.
Until we take off.

Murals
 
Whose dream we embody, guard,
consciousness boundless, without remorse?
Lightning in verse. Doomsday pause.
Above guardians. Above oppressed.
 
Hear how in heavenly rhythm
temples fall, sanctuaries disappear.
Wrath of God over mythical demons.
And the swampy soil rages.
 
A priestly wand. A sacrificial rag.
А pity pawn. A blood cloak.
Rotten breath. Infernal wheezing.
 
The exalted multitude bows.

© Minko Tanev 
Bulgaria 
stboianova@abv.bg


Minko Tanev, Bulgaria, Philologist, Author of 6 books of poetry in Bulgaria.  Co-author with Stoianka Boianova (his wife and partner in literature) of four bilingual books in English and Bulgarian published upon the invitation of Cyberwit.net, India. He has participated in more than 80 world anthologies with poetry, gogyoshi and haiku, and has publications in 28 countries. With numerous awards and recognition around the world. In"Guinness World Records" for his participation in "HYPERPOEM, Collection of Authors on a World Record", Ukiyoto, India, 2023. Awards: “First World Poetry Competition of Newspapers and Televisions”, 2020, China; Chinese International Zhengxin Poet Award, China, 2022; Grand premio International Poetry Prize "Ossi di Seppia" Italy, 2023. In the list of the top 100 European most creative haiku authors. Certificate of honor for contribution to modern Bulgarian literature, 2019. Honorary Poet of Birland State, Africa, depicted on a special postage stamp. International Peace Ambassador, The Daily Global Nation, Dhaka, Bangladesh.

Two Poems by Stoianka Boianova

Flower in the Garden 
 
Blooming flower, hello!
Don’t you know me?
I live here, near you,
you are blooming close to me.
We drink water 
from the same stream.
Our air is one and the same:
I breathe out – you breathe in,
you breathe out – I breathe in.

But if something goes wrong –
Someone breaks your blossom,
smashes your stem,
I’ll be living after your death,
for only one last short breath.

Evening Walk 

From the mysterious gaze of the nipples
of the crisp black grapes,
of silhouettes of bygone poplar trees, 
like sentinels along the road, 
do not be afraid!

From the nightingale's tall words,
from the sensual voice of a tawny owl,
from the fragile litter of grasses,
with the sharpened shadows of the reeds,
do not be afraid!

They are my friends. And my home.
Nature is my kingdom under the heavens.
The priests bless her with peace.
Poets chant it. And singers.
And God creates it with his heart.
© Stoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
stboianova@abv.bg

Stoianka Boianova,(Bulgaria) Physicist. Listed in “Guinness World Records” for HYPERPOEM, is author of eleven books in the genres of poetry and fiction in Bulgaria . Co-author with Minko Tanev (her husband and partner in literature) of four bilingual books in English and Bulgarian published upon the invitation of Cyberwit.net, India. She has participated in more than 80 world anthologies with poetry, gogyoshi and haiku, and has publications in 28 countries. Awards:  “Best Author European Community”, the International Poetry Competition “Ossi Di Seppia” 2024, Italy; Grand Premio International Poetry Prize “Ossi di Seppia” Italy, 2023; Chinese International Zhengxin Poet Award, China, 2022; Silver Award for World Gogyoshi, 2022; “First World Poetry Competition of Newspapers and Televisions” 2020, China; Prize Suryodaya Literary Excellence Award, India; LIBRE Global Poetry Prize and PREMIO PACIFISTA GLOBAL, POETAS INTERGALACTICOS, Ecuador; Silver Award for World Gogyoshi, 2022; In the list of the top 100 European most creative haiku authors. Haiku awards and honors in Poland, Japan, India, Croatia, France, and Bulgaria. Certificate of honor for contribution to modern Bulgarian literature, 2019. Honorary Poet of Birland State, Africa, depicted on a special postage stamp. International Peace Ambassador, The Daily Global Nation, Dhaka, Bangladesh.

Monday, April 8, 2024

And Now I Speak, Novel by Maria Teresa Liuzzo, Reflections by Sara Russell


This novel by Maria Teresa Liuzzo presents a bold condemnation of the code of silence, hypocrisy, and violence against women. The protagonist, Mary, lives through a collection of unique life experiences which resonate with the experience of women the world over. 

The uniqueness of the life experiences are entwined with the universality of female experience, encouraging readers to reflect on their experience in relation to the events recounted in the novel as well as to the status of women. 

Mary’s life is recounted in careful detail, beginning with early childhood, without holding back on the more traumatic details. In fact, the very title of the novel emphasizes the choice to speak precisely when silence is imposed, breaking the code of silence to articulate all that usually remains secret. 

Troubled from the very beginning, Mary’s life presents a series of obstacles that greatly challenge her emotional resilience as well as her physical well-being. She endures in equal measure the absence of love and affection and the excess of violence and threats. Nonetheless, the more her parents imprison her in their violent world ruled by fear, threats, toil, and pain, the more she finds freedom within the wide spaces of her creativity, traveling with her imagination beyond the confines of the walls of the home that hold her captive. 

In addition to the long series of abuses inflicted by her family of origin, the reader notes that in order to leave her first prison and her first set of persecutors, Mary contracts a marriage with a man who becomes her new persecutor, her marriage her new prison. She bravely leaves this marriage and faces new adventures and perils, and seeking out the best possible compromises when she comes up against the limited possibilities offered by the misogynist world that surrounds her.  

It is in her creativity that Mary finds her greatest resource, and as a writer, she cultivates new friendships and a degree of autonomy. 

Nonetheless, Mary remains a prisoner of her traumatic past, and her painful memories are a perpetual prison, a constant and poignant reminder to the novel’s readers that even unspoken acts of violence have enduring consequences.

[Sara Russell with Novel] 

Friday, April 5, 2024

Two Poems by Donna McCabe

Aspiring Heights
 
Ascending the ladder of life
Trying to keep everything in balance
Each step climbed an achievement
Determination to keep going
Strength and willpower a stubborn trait
To accomplish one's goal, succeed
To keep that dream alive
Of reaching for the stars.
 
Bruised Rainbow
 
My soul is a bruised rainbow
Reflecting many a hue of emotions
Stages of change and healing
Glowing bright in the light of day
Emerging from clouds after falling rain
Trying to release all the sorrow, all the pain.

© Donna McCabe
South Wales, UK
donna_salisbury@sky.com
Donna McCabe is an established poet from South Wales, UK, with over twenty years experience. Her work has gained her multiple accolades within her field of literature. From being published in journals, magazines and anthologies both nationally and internationally, she is also a respected admin on many social media pages as well as having her own Instagram page and poetry page.
Instagram- @donnamccabe_
Facebook- Poemsbydonnamccabe

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Two Poems by Krishnasankar Acharjee

Hibernation

Dreary December on every side, low
me spirit'd, dream that first decision
in lyi'g along yew-grey-eve and deep
dark night, desire a sense so joyous 
era, fix once a great game grew love

Just wint'r as oxy-black that the first
love, settle up thro' the timely profit 
touch, towards the place below n to
lay aside from the high hop'd feeli'gs

To be fixed rules the play part flows,
I've been, with the purposes enough 
dreams, waiting - the passions vs all
spirit point warm days, 'll be return'd

Loe the spri'g has lost from her own
service, with lone heart i ov'r worlds
eyes stand, tears shed by liberty full,
I inspire due to lay soft heat behind

my more than rarefied meani'g past
After taki'g fit high heart willful wine-
cup, mind drunk'n with their relation 
revers'd veins, I have been sacrific'd
my all God given inner indeed ease,

While, in the hazy light your naughty
silken hide hairs like waves thro' the 
reflexion, reel then my Adam liken'd
love and it's uphill eyes, feel uneasy

In every joint an intrepid level self-
discipline severe onely to gad about
n wait for you [ figure zero - Zari ] at
happier end night, due to warn your
rich awry vainglory n irrational order

Same a century, i lose into my looks
own loneliness n put up with throu'
such a journey forgot nights - that's 
never slipped slight and the endless
desires, to be closed from the inner

As the unlucky man desire to speak 
you my eye-witness each love - First
Man fixed own visions - that's real 
furies were flown thro' my invisible 
sight - i enter'd into a state of decay.

Mezzanine

Very brown, my two lusti'g surprise
so dearly eyes, look at the strange 
world due to the light lovely dream,
I become very hot

in passion pursu'd 
sparks, alone with the readi'g freed
Bible's right well ratio, i in the junior
embedd'd earth entry seem'd seat

The far-off sights of happy screen,
unfaithful echo, just as that victory 
utter'd night, cause many have lost
their good hope n soul, but i on the 
same stage due to Hellenic visions 

Watertight eyes, dwell in the depth
of sight, from a sunk river, waiting 
for the life proved fume, that clear
as reception with first quest honor 

Amid the highly glorious Globe, it's 
an offer sacrifice soul - admix'd by
the earth, always inspires on flame,
to be come out in his made by own
land 'Bethlehem' in search of creed

Since many astonisht eras my less
sorry n crucifi'd soul, sleep with up
givi'g sense, off n on to mix gravity
constant force, unite in each mind

And from the true time equation to
equation, thro' the lying in a stupor 
journ'y by the maker's merry make
eyes, due to put faith in the trial of 
courtly truth that up to a sentence 

Then, thro' the first light of second 
sleep, part a class of the corporeal
soul, for bring the million n million
cosmic rays, born in the first lights

The list so life like an orbit showi'g-
off - to bri'g re-birth due to carry on 
the journey, [ Zari - dainty damzel ] 
I as a free looki'g lover was intently 
engaged, in your love era after era,
set fire into a manly man's infinite 
love n an outburst of swift passion.

© Krishnasankar Acharjee
Kolkata, West Bengal 
krishnasankar.acharjee1122@gmail.com


Poet Krishnasankar Acharjee is an  'Academy Awardee' from the Govt. of Italy n Crimea and Guinness Book of World record holder poet, successful English teacher [India-Kolkata-Bengal], is an international free lance writer, poet, author with several Global Awards as Gold Pen, Gold Medal, and the King of the Letters from Cuba-America. 

He is belonging to the selected member of World Union of Poets in Italy by [Knt.Bortolazzi], Ambassador in Spain [Rima-Jotabee], World Icon of Peace and World Laureate in English literature from World Parliament. He has been selected for Judgment of Chekhov's poetry fest in Russia-2021, and also selected International Excellence Award from European institute of Applied Research [UNESCO], Literoma Rising Star Award from Kolkata-India, Galaxia International Award from Chile-America. He achieved the Citizenship from United Kingdom of Atlantis, and Honourary Certificate from European Art and Literary Review [As a Great Poet like Homer] He has been attended National and International Seminar over poetry in different places of the Globe and Many poems have been published in Journals and Anthologies.

His [Five Stars] books "CENTURY'S LAST SEREIN" n "WILD-EYED GYPSY-GIRLS" published from Kindle Press Amazon [America-Florida] Acknowledged that, he is the prestigious International Award Honoured poet in the World

Monday, April 1, 2024

Eight Poems by Maria Teresa Liuzzo


A Dream
            
The night is dancing in your pupils
On our entwined bodies
To the whiteness of a lost breath 
in the heart 
that breathes the ellera of a dream, 
where the unconsciousness 
is embellished with the limit
behind leaving
sunrises and sand worlds
getting bood of moths
The Colour of your eyes
Dresses the loneliness of the hour
And the wisdom of the bodies
Unravels.
Shadows of a never dissolved desire
Graffiti of memory on the lips
Moaning in the sheets 
of mirrored geometries!

The Songs of the Water

Interweawing of flowery skies
I’d give if your heart could listen
I’d springle  roses on your face 
For love.
I’d fill your mouth with rivers
If only could I dare to soften
The brances and nests
Still with the songs of the water
If could I wear the snow
I’d dress your shadows in blue.

The Butterfly Rests

Pulsating Gums
Where time is our enemy
And the butterfly rests 
among buds that
are not open
abandon blinds 
beetle of light
you-I, the sea and the time
now  that you’re on the hill
and you go down its sides
I catch you essence 
in a quiver of leale
in a prodigy d’alba 
made love.

The Doors of Hope 

Tell me
When you fell aspleep on my breast
And the sun was setting 
on the cushions
I held in them the last ray
and filled that weeping
which did not close 
the doors of hope.

On the Carpet

Now my verse lies down
On the carpet
Reason and madness
Sublimate every absence
Circumscribed in the depth of  history
If  revenge shatters writing
It rains dances of light
Universes of silence
The rain paints our faces
A  kiss of shadow 
Fill our abisses.

The Hymn of Silence 

Listen to the hymn of  silence
Shattered by a child’s cry
Trembling of the night
Which  thirts for justice 
on the page
the light of darkness
on the half closed flowers
to the caressed grace 
of the grass. 
Listen to
the unspoken words
grain of memory already
poured into the blood like stars.
The moon embroiders  circes  in the sky
They ‘ve got the color of your love
The emerald of the moss 
That glistens on the trunks ;
they have the flood of the rivers.
At night, listen
hidden in her dreams
that garments of heaven get free
on your chained body
between angel veils 
and heavy eyelashes.

On a Green Island 

I feel you’ll come back
Thoughtful  word of death
Lukewarm shells and seaweed
Beyond the light
Vaporous flooding the dunes.
We, children of love
Among corals of storm
And amphorae of light 
In serene dance
 in the heart of martyrdom-
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Hands that touch
Faces of innocence
Restoring colors
To the autumn pale
Life looks winter
In damp rainshot
No veils of mist
Shining in  the sun
Like the lisso, the words.
Children’s choir 
on a green Island.

Scars of Seasons

Scars of Seasons
Drinking goblets of flowers
And oxymorons 
away from deceptions
rain caresses
and rivulets of rage
in physical gesture
they invent the time 
of the last light
The wind that penetrates the blood
Ward off desert of fear
And makes the down rise endlessly
From the verse that slips 
From Homer’s heart.

© Maria Teresa Liuzzo
Italy 
anto.d.2015@gmail.com


Maria Teresa Liuzzo, born in Saline di Montebello Jonico and lives in Reggio di Calabria (Italia).  She is President of  (P.Benintende Lyric and dramatic Association)-'. Journalist and publisher. Chief  Director of  Literary Review ''LE MUSE''. Writer .Psycholic Doctot at   -Leibniz University Santa Fe, New Messico, USA. Modern  Literature and Philosophy Prof.  - USA. – Correspondent of  de ''Italy American bridge IL PONTE ITALO - '' -USA -  -New Meagre EUROPA (Hunedoara)-Romania
 
Collaborator of   ''ALB-SPIRIT'' TIRANA (ALBANIA) -''PERQASJE''(home) (TIRANA - ALBANIA) -''ALBANIA PRESS'' e ''DRITARE'' (window-ALBANIA) -''ATUNIS'' (BELGIUM - BRUXELLES); ''GAZETA DESTINACIONI'' Destination newpaper(VALONA - ALBANIA); 
'' THE NAUSEA -(ARGENTINA); ''GAZETA NATIONAL (TIRANA NATIONAL(NATIONAL NEWSPAPER- ALBANIA); MAGAZINE ALESSANDRIA TODAY (ITALY); ''ORFEU'' (ALBANIA); ''CAFETALK'' (JAPAN).
 
PUBLISHE WORKS:
''ROOTS'' Jason Ed. (1992);
 ''PSYCHE'' Jason Ed. (1993);
''APEIRON'' Jason ed. (1995);
 ''UTOPIAN  EUTHANASIA '' Jason ed. (1997);
  -WATER  IS A SLOW BEAT'' Lineacultura Ed. (2001);
''  IMAGE AUTOPSY Agar ed. (2002);
'' BUT A RESTLESS WAVE STIRS THE VEINS Agar ed. (2003);
 '' - SHADOW DOEN’T EXCEED THE LIGHT Agar ed. (2006);
''GENESIS'' Agar ed. (2008); 
 '' –FORGET- ME-NOT Agar ed. (2009);
 ''I AM TALKING, NOW!'' Agar ed (2020); 
 -DON’T ME I LOVED THE WIND Agar ed. (2021);
'' –THE HUNGRY SHADOW OF THE MOTHER Agar ed. (2022); 
'' THE LIGHT OF THE RETURN Agar ed. (2022)
THE NIGHT IS 
DANCING IN YOUR PUPILS (April 2022); 
'' IN VIGIL OF WEAPONS AND WORDS Agar Ed. (2023);
'DANCE TO THE RHYTHM OT THE RHYMES  '' – IN ARABIAN LANGUAGE I – MOROCCAN  UNIVERSIY EDITION (AUGUST  2023 ); 
''TARMURI DE LUNA ''SHORES OF THE MOON - IN ITALIAN & / RUMENIAN LANGUAGE - Cosmopoli Ed. (OCTOBER  2023); 
'' ITALIAN BOOK -ANTHOLOGY – TRANSLATED  INTO RUSSIAN LANGUAGE  BY ELDAR AKHADOV (RUSSIA – OCTOBER  2023).
Lots of articles and Publications in Italy and  Abroad.
Translation by Francesco Di Rocco

I WOULDN’T KNOW…, A POEM BY ANGELA KOSTA

I don’t know if you resemble lost time, lost within life’s enchanting mystery, futilely encountering silent memories, desperately embracing ...