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Ascent Aspirations Magazine Friday's Poems May 4, 2018 Cover Art: Janice Konstantinidis Friday's Poems will be published weekly. Submissions are now open. Send your work to email@example.com
Janice Konstantinidis immigrated to the United States twelve years ago, a late life sea change you could say. She lives in the Central Coast of California with her husband and two dogs. She has been writing poetry since I was a child. I enjoy writing flash fiction and prose. Here is one of her stick drawings.
The Fraudulent Lawyer
Raphael is good company, – he knows all my acquaintances and shows me his 'selfies' with them. One of those acquaintances gave him my telephone number and introduced him to me with a rather urgent request: Raphael has been stranded in Lebanon for four years, thanks to a fraudulent lawyer who had been instrumental in his deportation from Cyprus, where he had a thriving business in pest control – shows credentials. He also shows me a large list of donors supporting his stay and raising the legal costs of his repatriation. They have raised enough money but for the last three hundred Dollars which would enable him to be on the next flight to Cyprus. He assures me he would return the sum, as soon as he settles there. I happily give him three hundred feeling good for my benevolence. A few months pass and I hear that he still languishes and collects 'the critical few hundred Dollars' from a new list of donors in Lebanon and abroad!
Boghos Artinian is a Lebanese Armenian physician who has been practicing in Beirut since 1975, after spending 5 years in Saudi Arabia and Two years in the UK (Edinburgh and Lymington Hospital ) He is a graduate of the American University of Beirut in 1968 and MRCP (UK) 1973. He started writing poetry as a hobby since the early nineteen eighties. He has more than a hundred and fifty poems on websites and literary and medical journals. He also writes scientific essays like 'The Custody of Genomes' , 'The Cognitive Capacity of the Human Brain' , and ' Wait for Extraterrestrial Echoes'
New Feet An old growth spruce creaks and falls. A new hemlock sapling sprouts from its wormy decay.
Old men loose their hair first then their mind even after they've passed
I will carry them the rest of the way atop the young souls of new feet.
-- Eric R. Kosarot is a writer, musician and painter. Eric also gardens and works at the Farmers co-op in Everett, WA. He has written several articles advocating ecological restoration. He wrote a story about a bike co-operative called "The Hub" and he recently wrote an article about companion planting and chicken tractors for the co-op newspaper.
After the Starfish Are Gone
Farewell to glorious purple arms (And burnt orange, yellow, crimson). Farewell to crabs, anemones, tight-lipped mussels.
Still waves, though acidic, will roll in Sands spit, blow holes blow And children with pails and shovels Will build castles of sand.
When is a forest not a forest? When millions have died of drought, Beetles, fragmentation. When pine trees and junipers have gone The way of the dodo soon to be joined By panda, panther, polar bear. Another question: if 66 million trees fall And there is no one to bear witness, Are they really gone?
But palm trees may thrive in northern tropics And perhaps tall saguaro cacti will replace Towering redwoods and douglas firs, Parrots occupy woods where owls once flew.
And yet. For us who remember, a void, an absence, .Is Earth, bereft of half its species, Still our planet, our home?
* On learning that in the next half century, 50% of all species alive today could be extinct and that 66 million trees in California forests are dead or dying
Judith Amber is a free-lance writer living on California’s Central Coast. Her article topics include food and wine, the environment, politics, travel, and the arts. She also writes creative non-fiction, satire/humor and poetry. Her work has been published in the San Luis Obispo Tribune (annual poetry contest and essay), Tolosa Press (creative non-fiction and short story), Transitions Abroad (online), The Oregonian, Oregon Coast Magazine, The New Times (San Luis Obispo) and the literary magazines Talus and Scree, Points In Case (online); Jewish Currents and Fishtrap Anthology