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“Blindfisch” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Vom Regen in die Traufe, ohne Reißleine, steh ich in meiner Idee und die Fische verstummen um mich herum, eingeschlossen ohne gefangen zu sein, obwohl das Ufer nicht weit weg ist. Der Vogel wartet nicht auf dich, lern doch endlich fliegen, sagt Mutter. Türen schließen sich hinter mir, durch transparente Wände wandern Hände, während ich endlos wirkende Stufen erklimme und hoch über mir der blaue Himmel erscheint, der mit deinen Worten meine Gedanken auf Reisen schickt und rotes Bonbonpapier sich vom Wind treiben und fallen und fallen und treiben lässt, bis das Wasser zum Halse steht und nur noch die Fische im Angesicht der Realität fröhlich Saltos schlagen. Und er denkt immer noch, es gäbe eine Liste…

“Blindfisch” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Picture and poetry by Evamaria Freshmaker.


Blindfish

From the rain to the eaves, without a ripcord, I stand in my idea and the fish are silenced around me, trapped without being caught, even though the shore is not far away. The bird does not wait for you, learn to fly at last, mother says. Doors close behind me, hands wandering through transparent walls as I climb endless steps and high above me the blue sky appears sending my thoughts on the road with your words and red candy wrapper dripping and falling and drifting until the water is up to throat and only the fish in the face of reality happily do somersaults. And he still thinks there is a list… (translated by jf)

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“Alice In Wonderland” by Reha

*Alice in Wonderland*

You know what’s the weirdest thing about human race? We know everything. From the star that died a few billion light years away to the way our lungs process oxygen. Everything, but ourselves.

I know though, some of you will claim, but I meditate everyday, read pro inspirational quotes, probably found zen too. But do you really KNOW who you are?

Let me tell you, you don’t. You THINK you do, just like you think you’d stick to that new year resolution, just like you think you it’s okay to not tell someone of your feelings, just like you think you’ll do it tomorrow. But darling there is no tomorrow.

This is all you have. Your reality is you. You are your reality. The youngest you’ve ever been, the oldest you’ll ever be. It’s today. And even if it looks like a slushy dirty mud filled battle field, this is your Wonderland. Descend into it. And the key to the hole? JUST DO IT.

The only way to escape this moment is to complete it. The only way to win a battle is to fight it. And the only way to really know yourself, is to never think who you are. Just find your reality and fall in love with it. Sometimes, you have to fall down a rabbit hole to get where you need to be.

~REHA

Poetry by Reha, video by Jonathan.

“An Instant” by Jordan Bakare

When I was young I measured moments in the space between ceiling fan blades and thought about the moving world. Marveling that no moment was ever the same that though things seemed to repeat everything always changed. I still think of that sometimes while I watch them turn. – MFNT (Jordan Bakare)

“An Instant” by Jordan Bakare

Picture and poetry by Jordan Bakare alias MFNT.

“Delirium” by Reha

~delirium~

i vividly remember –
building castles in air
entering doorways through a light beam
meeting strangers with familiar eyes
i remember it all too well

neither a dream
nor cognitive distortions
maybe this is the world
i’ve always belonged to

where you stamped
the castles, as failures
the doorways, as heartbreaks
the eyes, an ethereal illusion

but darling all this while
you were the moon in delirium
and i the sunlight,
hoping one day
you’d find your own light.

~Reha

“Delirium Design” by Jonathan Falk

Poetry by Reha, picture by Jonathan.

“The Sentry Box” by Jeni G.

The Sentry Box

Once it was the barracks
of an old and proud regiment
The parade ground rang
with the sound of soldiers marching
and shouting out of orders
the sentry kept watch
from his box by the gates.

The regiment is now disbanded
no longer the pride of the town
the parade ground rings
with the sound of tourists chatting
and children playing
the sentry box stands empty
forgotten in front of the gate

But wait! Is that an echo I hear
whispering across time
the sound of soldiers marching
and shouting out of orders
the changing of the guard
in his box by the gate.

“The Sentry Box” by Jeni G.

Poem and picture by Jeni G.

“Acts Of Kindness” by Jeni G.

“Kindness Matters” by Jeni G.

An open mind
A generous heart
A helping hand
An act of kindness is born.

One act of kindness
Each day for a year
365 lives could be changed.

“Acts Of Kindness” by Jeni G.

Picture and text by Jeni G.

“Acts Of Kindness” by Jonathan Falk

Be kind to yourself.
The struggle continues with
Or without your help.

“Scars” by Jonathan Falk

Be kind to your loves.
The days of infection may
Take them all, not love.

“Wooden Meaning” by Jonathan Falk

Be kind to chaos.
Bring structure, be ant, know where
To put your needle.

“One Of Some” by Jonathan Falk

A warm welcome to Isugar Magazine 2018, topic “Acts Of Kindness”. May they appear. May they be ours.