Recently, ILA offered the Dodoitsu poetry form to poets of our Facebook group. Out of the twenty entries, eight poets were chosen. Dodoitsu is a form with no meter or rhyme, though it contains specific syllabic requirements and consists of a four-lined stanza, the first three lines written in 7 syllables and the last line written in 5. This type of form often focuses on love, work, the unanticipated, nature or written in a comical twist. However, on our group, we gave the poets option to write whatever sparked their muse. Some wrote in rhyme, others did not. AUREOLE Twinkles and guides the moon sky Surreal beauty glows at night Aureole shadow of dawn Blinding light of sun © Gloria Magallanes-Loeb ** THE BOND Warm feelings stir inside me Fought daggers to win my heart Kept your word or bid adieu Stayed for decades more © Gloria Magallanes-Loeb THE BLANK PAGE Lofty words are lost in brume as spindrift in a haze looms I mull facing the ocean and staring beyond What if words are gagged and choked shall I dash and free them all? Is my weapon sharp enough? Is my pen so tough? Prisoners leaped, fled the scene pounding hearts crying within blank page a tough enemy masked identity. Writer's block thing of the past words flow truly meant to last Freed in literary form its essence the norm. © Rosemarie Miranda "UNTITLED" Journey through a thousand miles Daily bread a quest to find, Through thick, thin, sweat, blood, fist, calm, Tomorrow shall come. Fiery coal he daily toils Dawning on the daily hawk Oily black the palm and feet, Tomorrow shall come. Dinner served with sweaty palm, Love cheers on to keep mind calm, Hoping though the worst had past, Tomorrow shall come. © Keshy Kayopen Friendship Spirit of faithful friendship above all relationships Providing the life folder stands as life saver It gets esteem and respect like flowing of the rivers East to west the best sans wither to quench thirst of love Friendship, be on the top shelf thinking of cordiality Stands as hospitality to spread life flavor A virtue of amity tosses to be an apex of vigor, vitality standing life builder © Prasanna Bhatta RAINBOW SMILE Incandescence of a flame Glowing in the brume of day Tempers the heart's sheer coldness A love gone astray Steams of vagrant memories Dampen the gloomy spirit Like a spindrift of a wave Tossed, beaten and drained Heart can heal as time expires Pain and anguish fade like scars Rainbow appears, with a smile Love blooms eternal © Gus Perez Amio THE CLIMB Lofty mountain stands so tall, Breathless climb, ascending high, Brume surrounds, a misty shroud Nature's grand plaza. Spindrift whispers in the wind, Steps echo on rocky path, Mull over dreams with each stride, Summit's sweet reward. Eagle soars in boundless sky, A journey etched in footsteps, Lofty pines salute the brave, Nature's silent hymn. On the peak, a world revealed, Vista vast, dreams crystallize, Brume surrenders to the sun, Triumph in the climb. © Pina S. Imchen POIGNANT DREAMS What is the good in goodbye When there are tears in my eyes Mull about what is to come Goodbye memories My poignant dreams come alive Seeing you from a distance Your shadow lost in the mist Gone-never looked back © Dolo Rez THE RISK TAKER She mulled things over before She decided to walk in The lofty chain of mountains Despite the spindrift. And the brume shrouding the roads To discover what's beyond The happy ancestral lands Of her family. © Gheorge Laura TWO BATTLES What's your battle song today? Things that wake you everyday Push an extra mile away Get by for a day Under scorching of the sun I plowed and toiled barren land There's spindrift of having fun Life has become bland Into the depths of the sea Cast my line and net today None in the basket you'll see Its Gods holiday What's the sound of your battle? It seems like lofty to fall Drag you into a long mile While it stays worthwhile Confined trapdoor cubicle Sky-scraper in cold marble Slave to whims and caprices Dance with rat races There's always a place I know Buffalos roam, cows can moo Cicada sings at sunset Smell the night time whiff Fireflies dance the fandango Foxes howl heard the echo The owls hooting eerily Dismal cold wind rips It's the breath of stars I wait Cloudless sky only moonlit When darkness covers the earth I loosen my faith What's your life's best symphony? Hear heaven's cacophony In the borrowed time and space Find the grail of peace Ask me now what's my anthem Still haven't found the rhythm Surely like what I have said Sleep well when I'm dead. © Floyd Gale Cabus

Carl Scharwath's Interview with Oluwafemi Abraham. CARL SCHARWATH: I had the pleasure of meeting Oluwafemi Abraham, a poet from Nigeria. He was one of three "Best Entries" of a recent ILA Magazine Challenge in which poets used my artwork to write their poem. Congratulations, Oluwafemi on being one of the prompt challenge winners and I hope you enjoy my book which was the prize. I loved your poem and was happy to have selected you. My first question, if you please, tell the ILA readers something about yourself: ** OLUWAFEMI OLUWADAMILARE ABRAHAM is my name, I am from the giant of Africa (Nigeria) and I was born and raised in Lagos State. A graduate of Lagos State University (LASU), I received a degree in Accounting Education. I was inspired by Barrister Olanrewaju Badmus poem some years back; I love the way he weaves words and makes use of the AA BB rhyming scheme. I started writing poems in the year 2017, which I posted some of my poems on PoetrySoup. Poetry is beautiful and it brings a smile to me when I am bored. CARL: Can you tell us about your journey as a poet? How did you get started, and what led you to this art form? ** OLUWAFEMI: As I mentioned earlier, I started writing poems in 2017 and the journey was rough, tough and beautiful, all at the same time, leading me to the art form was the way "The Poetic Assassin" weaves his word through rhythm and rhymes. CARL: Please tell us about your journey as a poet? How did you get started, and what led you to this art form? ** OLUWAFEMI: Depression actually made me a poet because whenever I became sad, I usually used poetry to console myself to get better. I want my voice to be heard, words have meaning, and I want the world to know that every word is powerful and poets aren't just ordinary people, but spiritual beings. CARL: Do you have any favorite poets or literary influences who have had a significant impact on your work? ** OLUWAFEMI: Every poet is my favorite because their poems make a positive imact to the world. CARL: Are there any specific experiences or life events that have profoundly influenced your poetry? ** OLUWAFEMI: Poetry is beautiful and also a therapy that relieves me from depression. CARL: My final questions is what do you like best about ILA Magazine and the ILA Group? ** OLUWAFEMI: ILA MAGAZINE GROUP has proven to be a well-organized group with a bunch of talents, bring new words every week, anything Friday, Saturday and WOW prompt contests are amazing. The found and admins are doing great work. CARL: Thanks again, so much Oluwafemi, we at ILA hope your journey in poetry keeps inspiring us. I wish you all the best and please keep us posted about your writing. I'M NOT A POET Adding spices like thyme, To sweeten my usual rhyme, I'm a chef because I cook words, The aroma deserves an award. Let me be a witch doctor that heals, My word should be eaten like a meal. I don't mind if my rhymes make you smile. All you need is a strength to walk miles... I could write about my adventure, Poetry is just another creature I'm not a poet but I cook words, A town crier that deserves a reward. © Oluwafemi Oluwadamilare Abraham (PricelessPEN)

How long is eternity? Sounds never ending We compare it to infinity But everything that's supposed to last forever Always seems to come to an end So I get confused When I look to the sky What is this water hitting my eye Rain full of pain from a shame Hitting the earth My world is awake Taking a chance on whatever it takes To build We break Renew and replace Nine to five When life seems to favor those who take Our mind puts us in a cage Imprisoned moments Is when we realize Everyone dies But not everyone lives Why is the richest place When we've got one foot in the grave After we've grown old and decayed Remembering those hopes and dreams And how time is not a commodity That we cannot regain Is the day We change... © MICHAEL RYAN

In October, ILA Magazine challenged poets with a SEPTOLET Prompt. Initially, we had planned to only pick a handful of poems to publish, however, after going back and forth with a final decision, ILA chose 19 poems out of 26 to feature. The SEPTOLET Poem form consists of 7 lines, written in a total of only 14 words with a break: (Between the 3rd and 4th lines or 4th and 5th lines), with both stanzas written in the same thought by creating a vivid image. AURORA Arising Light of promise In cool, chilly Morning Cascading A new day Towards horizon © JOEL APARECIO BERNASOR PHOTO ALBUM Indelible cache of footprints in the sand. Click its pages Journey back in time. © MYRTLE EVE TEJADA "UNTITLED" Valley In hug bound, Sets leap. Pats To lane show Amusingly Versifying vibrant chants © SHIV RAJ PRADHAN "UNTITLED" Teacher Teaches reasoning Thoughts from insight In class Developing character Of learners With love. © AMAR SINGH "RELY ON LOVE" If Nothing Goes right, Rely on love. Love is the ballast That balances everything. © KALUCHARAN SAHU "STARS" Stars Twinkle at night Without any discrimination. To convey message that we're from God. © PRASANNA BHATTA "KITE" Kite Flying smoothly Thanks to the thread. Its alluring catenary Provides the crucial Buoyancy. © SUBHASHCHANDRA ADHAV "WIDOW MAKER" I'm despised In my own land Widows And orphans Wailing Haunting Bloody desert sand © FLOYD GALE CABUS "AUTUMN" Greens, yellows Golds and reds Autumn Leaves dying Colors glowing Testifying Beauty in dying © SUE JONES "UNTITLED" Lush wild mangroves Pink lotus drowning me in lustrous state, Limerence, easing into solitude © SHEILA ANN "UNTITLED" Life A cycle Seasons change We evolve Fair To grey We come and go © GUS PEREZ AMIO "UNTITLED" Past - tho' aeon ere his apparition - In thy exactitude, Hath a man of thine. © ERNEST KEMEDIKUMO CLINTON "WAR" What is war Rulers know Its gain Bargainers know Its pain Orphans Widows know © BALACHANDRAN NAIR "THE TREE" I Am the tree Whose leaves Are falling The memory Before oblivion Of wind. © BOGDANA GAGEANU Romania "TODAY'S REALITY" Waved, A torn flag Amongst the debris. Rained shells Peace seems never. Humanity, Loses. © PINA S. IMCHEN "AFTERGLOW" Pencil, Restless between fingers, Etching sunset. Lovers steal the Afterglow Kissing the world, "Adieu!" © MARIA EVELYN QUILLA SOLETA "MOVING FORCE" Nature's phenomena fauna and flora grandiose Moving force the whole universe Verdant Something magical © GLORIA MAGALLANES-LOEB "UNTITLED" Poverty of empathy Richness in warring un-abating Screams in skies Redness in oceans un-relenting © SHWETA SAHAI "UNTITLED" Love Darting out Of an artless heart Ascending Above the heavenly vault Reclined Peacefully © SAFDAR BHATTI

October 16, 2023. Today, I had the great pleasure interviewing Mehran Hashemi, who is a Persian poet, born in the great country of Iran. I hope ILA bookworms enjoy reading about this most talented writer. "LIGHT NEEDS DARKNESS TO SHINE" BIO: Mehran Hashemi, aka Hush M E (born 11 December 1993) , is a Persian poet, animation director, activist and author. Born in Tehran, Iran, Hashemi began his English poetry writing journey in 2019. He published his debut poetry book in 2023. The title is "Light Needs Darkness to Shine." The broken pieces of his soul and the pieces of his poetry are intertwined. CARL: Good morning, Mehran and thank. you for being with us, today. Your debut poetry book, "Light Needs Darkness to Shine" just came out this year and we would love to know a little bit about your book and you. How did you become interested in poetry and what motivated you to pursue it as a form of expression? - MEHRAN: It's a great question. Everyone thinks it comes to the writers all of a sudden. No, I can say this already within the writers. People can see the volcano. But they are not aware of what is happening inside of the mountain before the volcano. So not only is it a talent, but it's also the experiences and the things the writer is going through. And I wasn't an exception, many things led me to start writing poetry. Many traumas since I've known myself, I hope I can answer this briefly, but it's a challenge. I used to have struggles with physical health in my childhood and then had struggles with mental health in my youth. a sun was beating in her chest and when people broke her heart she started bleeding the lights through the cracks of her soul © hush m e I believe some or maybe all humans are light. And when they break, they have this opportunity to shine authentically. Because their souls are free and can show them the path. All those struggles made me a shy person, an introverted person who can't make friends easily and connect to the world outside. 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕 © hush m e Being extra introverted means, you have no friends and this made me feel a dark lonesome. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 © hush m e One of the main reasons that motivated me to pick up the pen was the chaotic situation in my country. Many toxic ultra-religious laws and no basic human rights, corrupted and thieves, governors made me start writing verses against them in Persian. CARL: How does Iranian culture and history influence your poetry? Are there specific themes or motifs that recur in your writing because of your Iranian heritage? - MEHRAN: One cannot help but be influenced by his environment and, of course, I've been influenced by the rich poetry of my country. Iran has many great poets, such as Rumi, Shams, Saadi, Ferdowsi, Hafiz, Khayyam and many others, but I'm writing poetry in English, so I can say it comes from both East and West Cultures. my soul talks to me and the conversation is poetry © hush m e I write what comes to me and I'm glad that people like my words. CARL: What advice would you give to new writers who aspire to become poets? - MEHRAN: As I mentioned earlier, poets and literary artists don't become who they are. It's not a profession that you choose to have. I say to the writers, believe in yourself because you are the light. And if you truly believe in your light, then you can overcome darkness and you will realize how much darkness helped you to shine. So keep going. Keep following your intuition. in the darkest time of her life the stars taught her if she wants to shine she has to embrace the darkness © hush m e This is for the new writers on why they shouldn't give up on their dreams. I haven't spent even one cent on my poetry. I built poetry pages on social media despite many censorships in Iran. I wrote and wrote without paying attention to the negative feedback. I believed in myself. Day by day, I could build a genuine page on Instagram and make many friends from around the world, and then I could publish my poetry book. So, if I could do all this without spending anything, but my heart and time, then you could do it as well. CARL: Who do you write your poetry for and what do you hope your readers will take away from your work? - MEHRAN: Poetry is the true friend that I don't have. It's also therapeutic and I feel better when I write. i put stress on these words perhaps these words reduce my stress because you don't know where these words come from sometimes from this broken heart sometimes from the toxic thoughts sometimes from beneath the burning layers of this skin perhaps one day i just collapse then you see the fallen words were too heavy for the shoulders of this corpse. © hush m e It can be for anything or anyone or sometimes just a fantasy. I write love, sensual, sad, deep, and healing pieces so they come from different vibes and days. I sometimes write for my people, as their courage is inspiring and their pain motivates me to raise my voice. how sad it is that the drops of my people's blood aren't as expensive as the drops of my homeland's oil to the world © hush m e And that's why my pen name is Hush M E. It comes from my last name, "Hashemi". Hush Me...this is what I tell my government because I believe they can't do this as my voice is written in silence. CARL: Please tell us about your upcoming projects or goals you have as a poet? - MEHRAN: I recently worked on an anthology and have presently been featured on Wordsmith magazine. The anthology is by an artist who is brought poetry into her book for her artworks. My resolution for next year is to publish my second poetry book. I now have a little more experience, so I hope my next book can sell better and get more reviews. My debut poetry book is now available on Amazon and Goodreads title is: "Light Needs Darkness to Shine." I hope you buy it and enjoy it, and if you do, please leave me an honest review. CARL: Thank you, Mehran, for your time today, my final question is: What do you like best about ILA Magazine and Facebook Group? - MEHRAN: This is an easy question! I've been in some writing groups on Facebook and I enjoy spending time with others, there. Annette Nasser and Carl Scharwath from ILA Magazine supported me so much since they read my. pieces in their group. Such beautiful and nice souls that their support and encouraging words made my heart feel warmth. Thank you for allowing me to interview with your amazing magazine. I tried my best to answer the questions and I hope you enjoy reading this interview. Thank you for having me. Sincerely, Mehran Hashemi CARL: We at ILA, look forward, Mehran, in following your future success as a poet as well as always wishing you the best in your life. here is a poet who has struggled to get his voice heard and is an inspiration to all of us. Please keep us posted with your journey and all of us at ILA Magazine are here to help you. Read more about the Author's book on Amazon: LIGHT NEEDS DARKNESS TO SHINE and on Goodreads

October 4, 2023 Today, I had the great pleasure of interviewing Johnny Francis Wolf for ILA readers. After reading his bio, I got the vibe of a 50's beat poet, an 'On the Road' sort of guy who could probably tell you the most amazing stories. He has two recent books - MEN UNLIKE OTHERS, Volumes 1&2 - which are both available on Amazon and everywhere, published by Wild Ink Publishing, LLC. - Johnny Francis Wolf is an Autist - an autistic Artist, Designer, Model, Actor, Writer and Hustler. Yes, that. Worth a mention - his Acting obelisk - starring in the ill-famed and fated 2006 indie film, TWO FRONT TEETH. The fact that it's free to watch on YouTube might say an awful lot about its standing with the Academy. Homeless for the better part of these past ten years, Johnny surfs friends' couches, shares the offered bed, relies on the kindness of strangers - paying when can, doing what will, performing odd jobs. Of late - Ranch Hand, his favorite. From NY to LA, Taos and Santa Fe, Mojave Desert, Coast of North Carolina, points South and Southeast, back North to PA, hiking the hills and looking for home - considers himself blessed. (Shhh - there's talk of Key West and a real live apartment share.) Some links: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_HPTfbtDKWU – ersatz acting http://www.facebook.com/wolf.johnny – favorite social media https://www.facebook.com/MENUNLIKEOTHERS – published Carl: Hello Johnny, and thank you for being here with us, today. My first question is: 1. Can you tell us about your journey as a poet and how you found solace or inspiration while experiencing homelessness? * Johnny: Humbled to make your acquaintance, Carl. And, as I mentioned in one of our emails, I am impressed by your own writing, bio, and the number of journaled pieces and published books you've written. Still stumped you'd interview someone as lowly as me. I am grateful for the opportunity. Regarding your question, I think homelessness can be defined in many ways. Simplest is 'a lack of home'. For most of my adult life, I was gainfully employed, in one fashion or another, and had my own place...mostly small one-room apartments, but places I could call sanctuary. Back about 10 or 12 years, I lost my then job and shortly thereafter, my apartment...and began my journey sleeping on friends' couches, moving around the United States, tied to no one and no job...and renting no place. I would fetch my desktop out of storage and start writing again. All sorts of things. Fears and observations, my experiences feeling alone in crowded rooms, thoughts on writing, getting older, God, angels, men, and monsters...pondering a world where folks struggle just to make ends meet. Carl: How has your experience of homelessness influenced your poetry? Are there specific themes or emotions that you find yourself exploring in your work? * Johnny: I think, now, I can be available to, and more empathetic of, the musings of all men and women from across a myriad of belief systems, religions, persuasions, inclinations - and whether rich or poor. I am a gay man whose words can be felt by anyone. I have lived high on the hog, when younger, never dreaming it could all come crashing down someday. I have lived scraping together pennies for dinner. I have loved men and women. Seeing all sides allows a poet to feel deeper, more fertile, and open to change. Lets them react more fully. Express more nuances on a whole host of savory (and unsavory) subjects. Carl: Many poets draw inspiration from their surroundings. How do the streets or places you've lived in, influence your writing and choice of topics? * Johnny: I wrote about the Mojave Desert when I lived there, on a ranch. I wrote of the magic of New Mexico. My love of cities, my fear of getting lost in them. Horses I adored in Florida and the lessons they taught me. Beauty that surrounded me in Pennsylvania. Where I lived never forced my hand as to topics. More precise, where I lived spun the how I told my tales. The life messages were the same. Colors within each story were shaded, flavored by the place I currently reside. Carl: Poetry often serves as a means of self-expression and healing. How has writing poetry helped you to cope with the challenges of your life? * Johnny: I'm always healing. I wrote this in the middle of a pretty bad Covid episode, residing in Key West (Living with a roommate). My challenges are no more onerous than anyone else's. DAILY do I find something to write about having to do with THAT DAY'S lesson learned - that God, or whoever, deigned necessary to teach me. I say again...I am always healing. And always feeling blessed. Carl: What is your best advice for a new poet and please share your goals for the future? * Johnny: Well, that would be advice for me, as well, since I consider myself a new poet. With regard to art, music, and writing, close enough is NEVER good enough. Polish your pieces until they are as perfect as you can make them. If you rhyme, don't use the usual suspects (like moon and June)...choose the wondrous and weird. Find new ways describing what dreamers have already painted with words for eons. Don't ever allow your verse to get to sing-songy. Don't let your poems be all about you. Don't spout fancy, angry words that make you think you're cool. Coolness comes in soft punches that land on softer, unsuspecting tissue. I hope to keep writing and be published through traditional compositors (though I applaud my self-published friends). I hope to finally, again, have my own place to live. Maybe a studio on Key West. Carl: Tell us what you like best about our ILA Group and the ILA Magazine? * Johnny: It is one of the most welcoming International group of writers and poets I've yet to encounter. There is a glorious acceptance of all leanings in your group and magazine, even if you, as an individual member/reader, may not agree with, understand, or comply with another's point of view. Your support and encouragement has been overwhelming. Carl: Thank you for your time today, Johnny. We, at ILA, wish you the absolute best in your life and are here to support you. We wish great things for your life. Thank you. * Johnny: I wish the very same for you, Carl and Annette. I am honored to know you both and answer your queries. May the three of us share an afternoon of coffee and verse one day. And I leave you with a poem and photo from a forthcoming book titled, 'Box of Chocolates'...a semi-autobiographical verse on homelessness...and maybe God. JOHNNY FRANCIS WOLF Johnny's books can be found on Amazon: MEN UNLIKE OTHERS, VOL. 1, A - L MEN UNLIKE OTHERS, VOL. 2, M - Z View and read more about Johnny Francis Wolf at... Wild Ink Publishing Johnny's third book, UNAPOLOGETIC will be released on November 21st, 2023 - 2 days before Thanksgiving and just in time for Christmas gifting! Just think...cuddling next to the fireplace, or settling into your favorite cozy chair while delving into Johnny's poems! Johnny has granted permission to showcase his video that goes with the new book....sort of a 'tease'... from Wild Ink Publishing, LLC, included in the Facebook link, some art and its press sheet...as well as a cover reveal for the new book and a quick release blurb. https://www.facebook.com/wolf.johnny/videos/690448769813118

October 4, 2023 From ILA Magazine's Desk: An Editor's Review of: Gloria Magallanes-Loeb's book: "Nature - The Moon, The Sky, Flowers and Feelings" Oh, the wonders of NATURE - the author's poems, "Moonlight Rays" and "Arduous Clouds", penned in mind's canvas from her stunning imagination! Gloria Magallanes-Loeb, the author behind "Nature - The Moon, The Sky, Flowers and Feelings", has an undeniable connection with the natural world. Within her collection of poetry, she captures the beauty and complexities of the elements in their various forms, including weather, the seasons, flora, fauna or birds of a feather, and the bond between nature and humans. Gloria demonstrates her passion for nature through her emotive writing, which is a testament to her connection with the world. She is able to describe her senses, allowing readers to savor the experience of the elements she so embraces. Her descriptions of the seasons, the cosmos of sky, moon, sun and stars are vivid in words and lines, just like the 'afterglow' she expresses as 'lovers walk hand in hand in a trance', of her poem, "Evening Moon." Gloria has the ability to capture the delicate gracefulness of nature's serenity, the "Pitter Patter" of rain, the warmth of day and the coolness of night, the delicate stability of life, as she expresses her feelings, well aware of how mankind has often taken advantage of nature, leading to destruction, recognizing this, while still being thankful for the gifts that nature and God have so lovingly provided. Her journeys go far beyond in emotions, her understanding and fondness of being balanced, or remembering her childhood with sweet memories, revered prayer or the everyday blessings. From the moment her book is opened, you are transported into a world of emotions and the senses of sight, sounds and Nature's fragrance. Her sentiments are conveyed in this extraordinary collection of poetry, bringing to readers, various poetic forms, from Haiku to Tanka, Ninette to Octet, from Rondelet to Tetactrys and Etheree, Amphion and Fibonacci. What enhances her book even more, blending perfectly with her poetry, are the stunning, picturesque images throughout each page, so thoughtful the author is! A book such as Gloria's will surely attract the eyes, mesmerizing and enchanting her readers! She truly has a deep, spiritual connection with the ability to articulate in her lines and verses, capturing the beauty and intricate tapestries of her surroundings in vivid detail. From her vibrant blooms of various flowers and blossoming trees, to herbs and even the common dandelion, her affinity of all delicateness and fragrance is written with unique charm. Truly, her book is a masterpiece, a weaving of elegance, of nature's essence, a connection between the author, her book and readers, something more profound than anything imagined, her gentle nudge of the pen, and a written testament to appreciate the simpler pleasures of life. The rustling of leaves in the wind, or chirping of birds, the scent of freshly bloomed flowers, like 'The Smell of Lavender' on page 28 - all of her senses seem to come alive, it's as if nature is whispering to Gloria, as she writes about taking life at a gentle pace while embracing the beauty that surrounds her. In conclusion, nature is certainly a true marvel that never ceases to amaze the writer and will certainly mesmerize readers. From moon to sky to vibrant hues, Gloria's descriptions of nature stirs her emotions while captivating the senses. She reminds us through her thoughtfulness, that special connection of something greater than ourselves, with her gentle nudge, to appreciate that beauty of nature, life and love truly exists in every moment, embracing God's gracious gifts while finding solace in its resplendent presence, all part of Gloria's breathtaking collection of poetry as we embrace the magic that lies within. © Reviewed by Annette Nasser EIC ILA Magazine USA Gloria's book, "NATURE - The Moon, The Sky, Flowers and Feelings", was published by McKinley Publishing Hub (MPH). Her book is available on Amazon, Lulu as well as Barnes & Noble. Below, a slideshow of Editors Review Introductory Image, and of the author along with two images of her book.

Theme: "Angel at Rest" Visual arts have always had a profound impact, yet there are those rare moments when a piece of art truly speaks to both heart and soul. It's as if the colors, shapes, textures and tones come alive, telling a story, whether by art itself, or through the artist, resonating deep within. And with visual arts, it also has the power to transcend language and communicate directly to the poet. Once inspiration settles in, nothing stops the poet from creating remarkable work, speaking volumes without uttering a single word, yet it is an invitation to explore creativity into thought-provoking emotion in ways ever imagined. By encountering a piece of visual art, poets can certainly journey into moments where it speaks to heart, mind or soul, prompting the creative spirit. Visual art speaks to poets in a language that transcends every day words into something more profound. Recently, between August 26 - September 23, 2023, we offered our ILA Facebook Group poets a monthly visual art poetry challenge, the theme from ILA Contributing Editor, Carl Scharwath's paintography titled "Angel at Rest." Carl chose three Best Entries to be published here on ILA. Poets had the option of using his art title as their title of a poem or as some type of inspiration from his visual. When art speaks, it has the power to change and many writers/poets of our ILA group truly use their "Meraki" daily, when it comes to writing poetry, whether with a visual or without. Although we had twenty beautifully written poems and wish we could publish all, Carl chose the best entries that seemed to flow well with his paintography, which we will showcase at closure of this feature. "MY ANGEL IN MEDITATION AT REST" It was on my part sudden soulful feeling Seeing my love angel in such a situation It brought my heart feelings so strangely That angels too really need rest and silent medittion My swooning heart submerged with great hope As turmoil and sadness envelop my whole Perhaps he was just in a silent punishment Or had just disobeyed a special commandment Angels manifest their heavenly powers Protecting each of us against all evil Presence is felt whenever we're in danger Nourishes souls with wisdom of their nature Reflecting patiently while at his rest And succumb leniency of peace is always fortified Breath of my freedom and voice of his wisdom Enliven in my heart and flourish me with his peace of mind My sweet angel in his realm now lurking His protection comes in his love for human Patiently flowing in his splendid thought with charm Though in trice at rest and in meditation Holy supremacy remains in his nature's salvation throughout. © ZENAIDA LARAGAN TALOZA ITALY HAIBUN POETRY FORM: "WITH CUTE ANGEL IN SLUMBER" A while ago, I saw this cute angel, now I noted she's in slumber. As she is sleeping, with smile so beguiling, ah, an enthralling smile. In my introspection, it comes deep to my notion, with questions. Is she dreaming of me? I wonder? Being I am cute like her, it could be wonderful if it is. So, as we can talk to each other, in the dream domain, how great it is in the moments of imagination and blends with their divine and spiritual insight, she will cite. As advised to lift my spirits high to Holy faith, for she is emissary of God. Let me have the sweet nectar of wisdom. It will be a blissful scenario to have, along with my rumination. Angel in a dream, In nice domain within dream Our storytelling © ENCY BEARIS US "REMINISCING ANGEL" In the realm of dreams, where memories roam, There lies a tale of an angel, gentle and known. With wings of gossamer and a heart so kind, She wanders through time, in the corners of the mind. Reminiscing angel, with eyes so bright, Guiding us through the memories of day and night She dances amidst the stars, her presence divine, Whispering secrets of love, like a mystical sign. In the depths of sorrow, she offers her embrace, With ethereal grace, she brings solace to our space. Her touch is a balm, healing wounds unseen, As she wears through the tapestry of what has been. She carries the echoes of laughter and tears, As she floats on the breeze, transcending all fears. She paints the skies with hues of memories past, Creating a mosaic, a lifetime that will last. Through the corridors of time, she gracefully glides, Unearthing forgotten treasures, where love resides. She reminds us of moments, both big and small, The cherished memories that still enthrall. Oh, Reminiscing Angel, your presence is a gift, A celestial melody, our spirits, you uplift. You hold the power to heal and to restore, As you guide us through the memories we adore. © OLUWAFEMI OLUWADAMILARE ABRAHAM (King Drey Phemy) NIGERIA Below, the paintography (a combination of photography and painting) by ILA Contributing Editor, artist, poet, Carl Scharwath and the inspiration that sparked the poets, titled, "Angel At Rest."

September 22, 2023 From ILA Magazine's Desk: An Editor's Review of: Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta's book: "Chasing Sunsets With You" Without a doubt, Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta is quite family-oriented, her first and second sections of her book, "Chasing Sunsets With You" are devoted entirely to motherhood and life surrounding her family. Her poems, throughout the book are so descriptive, to just place in the spotlight, 'A Pillow's Tale' or 'The Pleading Hibiscus' or even 'Orange', the 'Many Ways to Say Goodnight' and 'Tangerine.' Maria is a true wordsmith, her lines and verses seem to just pop out of the pages in warmth, enchantment, spirituality, love and nature, with many forms of beautiful imagery in figurative writing, evoking the senses with colorful vibrancy, lots of liveliness, expressions and eloquence with a state-of-grace and a genuineness much like her own persona. She truly has a special gift of writing with the ability to captivate hearts and minds while mesmerizing the reading eyes and in that same instance, her aesthetic compositions blend perfectly with the beautiful art and photography throughout her book. Maria loves her sunsets, as she states: "Every sunset is different...just like poetry." Through the lens, the photographer captures each breathtaking snapshot not just through an optic visual, but through the heart, where memories of this gift from God is permanently embedded, so too, is the author's pen, when gliding through paper, and it's as majestic as the sunsets she describes. Maria is often referred by the name, 'Hibiscus', the most feminine of flowers because of the various exuberant and vibrant colors of reds, pinks, yellows and orange, much the same as what we view in sunsets. She reflects a buoyant, and positive character, inclined to look through 'rose-colored' glasses within her own surroundings and also with that of elements of nature she so embraces, her lightheartedness is seen in her poetry she pens. Her reflections of her daughter, Dyan Laura, who lives miles away, relating to her poem, 'The Sand, The Shore, The Sunset', her love and how absence is felt for her daughter, truly makes the heart grow fonder. From her rhyming verses and free-verse poetry, Maria creates an aesthetic environment with ease, much the same as how the sunset flows on God's canvas, so too, does her pen. Her poems are full of vivid word imagery evoking upon the mind and arousing emotions while encapsulating the senses. She is genuinely, an altruistic poet of heart and soul, conscious and conscientious of her meticulous character, penning with certitude, her beliefs, while supporting and inspiring a deeper understanding of femininity and all the systems that support it. She takes us on incredible journeys from sunsets, penning similarities drawn between God's canvas of color and her majestic pen, so awe-inspiring, it is quite evident that the author possesses a positive character, always looking at the world through 'Rose-colored glasses', her poems have the power to evoke upon the mind and arouse intense emotions while beautifully encapsulating the senses. Maria describes sunsets in her poems, most mesmerizing, the vivid imagery she pens, brings breathtaking moments to life, allowing readers to feel as if they are witnessing the splendor of a sunset, firsthand. Each word she has carefully chosen, it's as if she adds a musical quality to her verses and evident of her deep appreciation for nature's beauty, by conveying it effortlessly from heart to thoughts to pen. It is not just nature the author captures with her pen. She delves into matters of love and family, or touches upon the universal themes of love, resonating with readers on a personal level. The emotions she portrays are raw and authentic, through her skilled use of language and imagery, she brings these intimate moments to life, allowing readers to experience them alongside her. In conclusion, I am amazed by the talent, passion and gift of writing that shines through her collection of poems. Her ability to evoke emotion and encapsulate the senses is unparalleled, whether describing sunsets, exploring themes of nature's beauty, painting vivid imagery with her words, she leaves a lasting impact on readers. This review from Maria's sunsets to her pen, is an ode to the beauty of her work, and a testament to her skilled gift, as a poet. © Annette Nasser EIC ILA Magazine USA Below, a slideshow of Editors Review Introductory Image, Maria's book, "Chasing Sunsets With You" and a link at closure in the instance you want to purchase her book on Amazon. Amazon: "Chasing Sunsets With You" 'Chasing Sunsets With You' can be viewed in a video of Maria by Ayo Gutierrez, owner/publisher of GMGA Publishing on the YouTube channel. Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta's third book, 'Chasing Sunsets With You' made its debut on August 5, 2023.

"SILENTLY WE GO AWAY" If the hierarchy lay with the downtrodden Then one would know what life really means The sweat and labor would have shown the true colors of life The hungry battling for a piece of bread And feeling satisfied with the last crumb The heat would not have mattered Only the prized rain would have been a blessing Making one heard through the tears of God Yet the conquest of the never ending war of life Will not end One labors continue till the last breath The consequences of the burdens of responsibilities never ending Society's norms drowning one With the family's rituals in expenditure beyond one's reach Illness becomes a curse Expense of medicines and hospitals frighten one's existence Life is a sword which kills and makes one a criminal to be hanged Death is a mercy ticket to an unknown domain Perhaps fear and thoughts die away And hope commemorates one to the next world I hope it's not the same there as here Silently we go away !!! © RADHIKA TYTLER India "A MOSAIC OF FIELDS" A mosaic of fields of gold and emerald green sprawled across the land Beneath the arcane mysteries pervading the serenity of nightfall bathed in the pale light of a cold moon That shimmered in the light drizzle seeping from a canopy of clouds thin as gauze adrift in the empyrean High above a slumbering dominion Where memories of a forsaken yesteryear were re-enacted in the reveries of the supine Vivid now, as alive as the day of their conception Bringing to life anew past joys and jubilations reviving forgotten regrets and sorrows While shadows lingered tween the trees whispering to the midnight mists As they wafted across the realm under a canopy of velvet indigo adorning a sublime eventide And the spirits of midnight journeyed through the dreams and visions Pervading the imaginations of a sleeping world Where they told of the mysteries of eternity in murmurs and melodies Through the hours of night entire while a darkness impenetrable swept across the surface of the earth for a time and a while © D. A. SIMPSON UK "I KNOW THERE ARE WAYS" In this random world, I know things. Have been up and down like black And the white blooms in the garden are twinkles, Like jacks and roses. The story post, a description of life Have been published and polished in bed. A hood of reddish judgments went with no garment. This descriptive phrase portrays my greasing tears In my eyes as a curtain of night falling apart. The pathos was kept in stock, And my body began to soak up the lost, Miserable ode of an orphan. A slim dumpster filled my heart with exclamation; A hole of nowhere teased my hope in a drowning sea of grief. I revolt strongly against those oafish treats of yesterday. Now, I am standing in omen; The presence of God strengthens me For the battles I have yet to face. To it, I promise to be the talisman To hold some magical power to protect from evil. I am better prepared to face this flood Than a rain that falls continuously. I am stronger than the storm That broke every roof yesterday. Lastly, I am known as the woman king In this fight to conquer and save My motherland from terrorism. © J. MOMODU KROMAH, JR. Liberia "WITH THE SPRUNG OF WILD VEINS" In sigh the day With evening, its drowning --- But had been its freely got of sunray With the familiar part of morn! fairly glowing: But, at this time! courtly is the sky With its likeness of bridal dark-blue wake... The triumphant lay, with July The goodness lead to an August my eyes take As an unenchanting romance: O' lie not! for speak the words of a heart In sink of spirit; having to by chance! Borne the further go of cold wet flow in depart Them! bodies in burdensome float...there above--- O' how the flow temper the plains about, Sweet is the thought! I savor with love; However! it would be resounding echoes of joy! were the heavenly sunshine bell...to ring out © HENRY FARRELL UK "ALTHOUGH" Although I never held you Still I can miss you there, I see the dust is settling From this rocking chair. I dream of that silk softness Before the sad awake, I see the wind is blowing Before the bough will break. Somehow there is perfume If I could breathe it all, I see the so shy sunlight Falling upon the dividing wall. Although I never kissed you Still I can feel you there, I see the clock is turning From this rocking chair. I dream of that silk softness Before the sad awake, I see the season changing Before this heart will break. Somehow a precious perfume If I could breathe it all, I see the shadow calling Climbing that dividing wall. © PETER DAVIES UK

From September 12 - 16, 2023, our ILA Magazine Facebook Group challenged the poets to combine both a SIJO Poetry form (consisting of 3 lines, each line written between 14-16 syllables, with a pause in the middle of each line. This particular form originated some time during the 14th Century in Korea, and usually written in romantic, spiritual, satirical or metaphysical themes.) ILA added a twist to the SIJO and in amalgamation, the poets were required to merge their SIJO with a MICRO PASSAGE in the same, relatable composition to their poem. Just about every week, we offer a WOW (word of the week) to our poets and most times poets are to apply at least one required word to their weavings. We are featuring EIGHT POETS out of 16 entries who truly created a blending by challenging their own emotions in thought-provoking, ingenious compositions. "A QUIESCED SOUL" Darkness feeds on the world, turning peace into a quiescent soul Yet, I quiesce under Him, the Painter of destiny Not a cogent defeat to me, one who bears light within. ** As the world is amidst chaos such as war, killings, hunger and other bad things, those who put their trust in God will find peace. Because the world can never give out peace since it is craving for peace, too. © BLESSINGS THOLE Malawi "THE CLIMBING AMBITION" Your charm crawled like a creeper, on anybody it could reach, While I remained quiescent, fascinated by your adroit skills. I couldn't match your speed, and got stuck where we began our journey. ** Individual aspirations create indelible difference in perspectives and goals between two souls. You have to decide your priorities in life: your ambitions matter or your relationships! © KALUCHARAN SAHU India "WAVING REALMS" Silence of the streams, quiescent tranquility shall abound Terseness of serenity, cogent by resonating sound Through an adroit ripple, flux sensibility just astounds ** After a difficult day pf struggle, in order to stay afloat, a refreshing relaxation is needed, understanding that it will not be permanent and another life melee have to be overcome in the wrinkles of time. © JOEL ABERNASOR Philippines "TELOS" Is travail in the obtaining - or is it in the sustaining? 'Tis pain that trails after the gain, I dare differ, cogent: For it must be death eked out, wherewith I'd be quiescent. ** "There is, and it is known that there is." "And so what?" Well, this: teleologically, knowledge is subject to being; as in, one must first exist to then know that they do exist. This means that in hindsight, all first existed without our knowledge of it, uncaused (since being is objective, subject to nothing; as in, we mustn't first exist to then exist). So what then is creation? © ERNEST KEMEDIKUMO CLINTON Nigeria "TWILIGHT ZONE" Sunlight diffuses, heralding the onset of twilight's shade Life metamorphoses, like the setting sun, we fade away We turn to friends, who sparkle like diamonds and brighten our days ** Our life goes on like the stages of the day. As we approach its inevitable afterglow, we turn to friends, who make us burst into laughter, listen to our woes, and enable us to overcome some dreary and quiescent hours just by being with them. Their mere presence is cogent enough to brighten up the day. © GUS PEREZ AMIO Philippines "THE EQUINOX" The Autumn's breath baffled, trapped in between summer and winter The Equinox appears, a chance for a cogent decision Mother Nature halted for a while, quiescent in-between time ** In life, one should not be tarry or be left behind. After your cogent judgement, gather your strength and reap your first fruits. © DOLO REZ Philippines "LOVE'S SACRED SPACE" The moonlight dances on the waves, sparkling in the night's embrace, Lonely seagull cries out, searching for its mate in distant skies, Love's yearning echoes, across the vast expanse, a timeless grace. ** In this quiescent moment, as moonlight caresses the waves, love's whispers fill the air. Two souls, adroit in the art of connection, navigate love's maze with cogent grace. In this sacred space, solace is found, an eternal refuge for their hearts. © CONCETTA PIPIA USA "QUIESCENT MOMENTS" Between midnight and the break of dawn are quiescent moments When our psyche adroitly floats in a cloud of subconscious space Where cogent visions are bubbles that burst before we awake. ** Midnight to dawn is the time when we are in deep sleep. It's when our subconscious takes over our consciousness. That is where dreams occur, but most of those dreams are forgotten once we are fully awake. © MYR REYES E. TEJADA Philippines

Imagine stepping into a room that takes your breath away, especially if it's a window, terrace, in the confines of your home or in another place. Whether it's rustic, bucolic charm, a city street, a heartfelt poignant view of struggle or landscapes that stretch out in front of you, lush greenery blanketing rolling hills or sunrise/sunsets and. cosmic views, from the 18 wonderful entries ILA Magazine received, we chose 7 BEST ENTRIES in our September 5 - 8th "ROOM WITH A VIEW" (WOW - Word of the Week) Prompt Challenge who truly captured the concept of our theme. Although we could not publish all entries, we wholeheartedly thanked the participants for engaging our prompt. "HERE IN THE SUN-KISSED BALCONY" Standing here on this sun-kissed balcony, I take it all in, The warm rays of the sunset on my skin. The vineyard stretches out like a golden sea, And the fragrant breeze imparts its mysteries to me. The aroma of fresh-baked cake, a strawberry kiss so sweet, A goldfinch resting gracefully atop a hill, a sight hard to beat. Ancient walls and a cathedral bathed in light, In this timeless moment, everything feels perfect and right. Though the world seems to pause, my heart wide agape, And the view before me, from the sunset's castle, takes shape. No need to mull or question because it's just pure delight, As peace and wonder cuddles me tonight. With my worries of tomorrow pushed far away, Oh in this fugacious whim, my soul comes out to play. © PINA S. IMCHEN India "GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!" Waking up from my peaceful slumber, I'm greeted by the shining sun Like a fashion model in the spotlight The moment I joyfully go into the balcony. Helios had to invite the red fairies To join me on stage to satisfy their whim. Dressed in comfortable green clothes, The Titan stands tall in front of everyone Reminding us that we have to get to the highest peak To reach the Kingdom of the Light. With my mouth agape, I admire the view While being watched by nature's pillars. The fresh fir scent appeases the soul Of any busy worried tired city dweller. With an optimistic view of life, I'm ready to start a new day. © GHEORGHE LAURA Romania Below, photograph taken by Poetess Gheorghe Laura August 27, 2023 "ECHOES OF THE COSMOS" Whence I set out upon that balcony, A realm unknown unfurls before my eyes, And in a gasp, my breath is snatched away, As time rewinds, and magic shall arise. Agape, my mouth hangs open, wide and still, For what I see no mortal words suffice, A cosmic dance of stars in brightest thrill, As constellations mull destiny's dice. Beneath a shroud of twilight's velvet veil, I glimpse a land where dreams and wonders blend, Where whims appease, where fantasies set sail, In amorous skies, a realm eternal, pend. The moon, a silver orb, like opal's light, Casts shimmering hues upon a world unknown, While nebulas of vibrant colors bright, Paint golden dreams upon a spectral zone. A tapestry of everlasting trance, Of galaxies and worlds yet unseen, Transcendent beauty, infinite expanse, Draws me into a celestial sheen. A thousand worlds as one before my gaze, Each birthing tales of heroes yet unsung, Where gods and creatures whirl in cosmic maze, In vistas where imagination's hung. Oh, perfect moment, thou art breathless grace, Transporting me to realms that cease to be, In this celestial dance, my soul's embrace, Immersed in realms, my human self set free. Agape, I stand upon this balcony, And whisper 'cross a cosmos undefiled, Where wonders roam, where grace and dream appease, Where beauty lies, in every whispered wild. © CONCETTA PIPIA USA "ON THE TERRACE" On a whim, I spent a day At our terrace sitting quietly Watching the sunrise break, unfold Tint gray sky azure, then to gold As yonder on the grassy field The sun kissed flowers stir awake Leafy boughs swaying in the breeze Colorful butterflies then race To be the blooms' very first kiss The day is filled with subtle bliss And as the sun bids the sky adieu I gazed agape at the enchanting view The clouds dyed in myriad shades Pink, purple, orange, gold and red While perched in nearby trees robins flit Seeming to mull if the place is safe A niche to cuddle with their mates I spent the night in a tete-a-tete With the moon and stars till dawn breaks Closing my eyes, my weariness appease Enjoyed a day of restful sleep Overmorrow, here I'll again sit. © MYR REYES E. TEJADA Philippines "A VIEW FROM MY TERRACE" A view from the inside delighted my eyes Bedecked with crimson flowers, splintered with snow-white clouds An eternity of azure backdrop serenely lies Where angels seem to frolic in their exuberant flights Summer in full throttle has finally come to us Like an air valve constricting the cold winds' blast The hills and plains turn out to be like steaming mass Even the sparrows swooped down away from the sweltering flash Old trees shed down their yellowing leaves What's left of them are gnarled branches and twigs Like outstretched arms they seemed to beg For mercy and rain, to quench and appease their thirst But summer is a season of gaiety, whines, and fun A time to set aside all chores and be beach-bound Friends and lovers reunite, no matter how far they are For now that summer's here, the rains may not be far behind. © GUS PEREZ AMIO Philippines Below, photography taken by Poet/Photographer, Gus Perez Amio "ROOM WITH A VIEW" Lying listless, sullen and sad Mad whims surging in the head About a truant held dearest Overwhelmed and distraught Over mulling what the overmorrow Brings about love In the pensive fit of melancholy Out he darts of the gloomier room In the balcony faintly lit By the light of stellar enchantment To somewhat appease The rigid heaviness mounting Over and over the dismal heart It was the full moon night As I raised my glance At the haloed bewitchment Lo and behold, ah! See The very woman in my heart Glistened in the radiant sheen. Wonder struck and agape, bewildered The eyes forgot their blink And the rapt visionary Lost to the world Stood adoring fervently for the night. © SAFDAR BHATTI Pakistan "ROOM WITH A VIEW" Much taxed heart in low voice sighed but And over the wings the unaddressed yearning Took me to the Zabarwan house, so calm What appeasing silence greeted the dim eyes When on the line of apple, nightingale I found In a jiffy, the whim of this settled heart Raised its wish to be a part of party Right then, on the mount top from the balcony A snow capped top winked at me The pulse paused my pace and like a madman I stood agape, for the nightingale stirred Just then a blush of breeze Passed down my spine When in the lawn I found my beloved, too. © MUSHTAQUE B. BARQ Jammu/Kashmir, India.