In realms of thought where dreams reside Imagination blazing, reality being Visions dance, unbounded and wide Excusing torment plans The hellhounds of demons In your head dancing Creating worlds, both strange and freeing And felicitously prancing Masked as the devil The mind, a canvas for ideas to flow With distorted evil Frightening faces of anger That appear forever In your sight dimensions Are pestiferous reflections Of falling angels unkind Moving in your mind With every stroke, a story to bestow A tapestry of wonders, yet untold In a transcending energy tune Picking your brain to a ruin For end times coming soon About the author:
A native of South Detroit, Michigan, now residing in Hampstead, New Hampshire, Daniel Miltz is a seasoned freelance writer and poet whose life bridges the realms of technical precision and creative expression. With a distinguished 40-year career as a Mechanical Engineering Designer in high-level government aerospace programs, Daniel brings to his literary craft the same discipline and depth that defined his engineering pursuits. His poetic journey spans decades and continents of thought, earning him over 1,600 accolades across various respected poetry forums, inclusion in more than 250 anthologies, and the publication of two books to date. Deeply influenced by the free-spirited, improvisational style of the Beat Generation, Daniel found his literary voice during his formative bohemian years in California—a time marked by introspection, rebellion, and a search for authenticity through words. Poetry, for Daniel Miltz, is not merely an artistic outlet, but a lifelong vocation—an enduring lens through which he continues to explore the intersections of memory, identity, and human experience.
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I have no cat in this room, so I sometimes feel like prey without a pet— preyed on by rats and their misdemeanours. Not one at a time, and not once do they pillage my room with their teeth. Faster than any reflex I could manifest, they bolt into safety like criminals. Survival instinct knows no moral bounds. At least, not for these little, unrepentant burglars with dentition that can break a glass or tear into a jerry can. Sometimes, I wake in the night to their noises, just the same way ruthless robbers steal your sleep forever with a dose of PTSD. At this point, how they enter doesn’t matter— after-the-facts that cannot alter the fact that smaller mammals have taken away your peace. My corrective measures may fix the broken window net, but not the broken loaves of bread, nor the broken pieces of paper where I drafted some poems. The BS of a rodent’s teeth is the ugly side of survival that neither follows the rules nor respects boundaries. Keeping vigils to mourn my poisoned sleep for a night, and distorted sleep cycles for a week, and a disorganised body block in a month, is the new routine eclipsing the one I planned for my self-care goals. I wonder if they have the brains to consider the hours I spend drafting poems or doing other duties, and let me find rest. I guess instinct is all they have left to live for the short while before the gums trap them, or before the pesticides do their worst. Not with their squeaks, or snake-like hisses that scare the shit out of me when the light is off, or other cacophonies they create with the slightest movement too heavy for my brain. Not their rough thuds when they fall from the curtain pole. The one time I chased an adolescent rat across the cable strapped on the wall, he stunned me with a Tom Cruise stunt— standing high on my door’s angle and looking me right in the eyes. I wonder what he was up to, and I’m sure he wondered what I was up to, looking at a predator as tall as the door he’s standing on. With a reflex designed for eluding a cat’s swift paws, I knew I stood no chance— not when I was about to move an inch. But I moved at least to get a broom, and that was all for me. About the author:
Tukur Ridwan (He/Him) writes from Lagos, Nigeria. Shortlisted in the Bridgitte James Poetry Competition (2025) and the Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (2020), his works also appear in Afrocritik, Kelp Journal, ArtisansQuill, The African Writers Magazine, Kalahari Review, Cordite Poetry Review, and elsewhere. He won the Brigitte Poirson Monthly Poetry Contest (March 2018), authored A Boy's Tears on Earth's Tongue (Authorpedia, 2019), and The Forgiveness Series (Ghost City Press, 2022). He loves black tea, sometimes coffee. Twitter/IG @Oreal2kur
I'm sorry, I left my body here with you With no words to hear, no touch to feel No jokes to laugh at. Outside these layers Of my presence, this wilderness beckons-- Dark and misty, reeking of lurking entities Pushing and pulling me with their telepathy To channel my curiosity for mysteries. Worse, they have no name for me to register. Every voice within this forest Has me veering here and there Looking around for answers To the questions in my head. Even if I get an answer, I cannot tell from whom. Wasteful could a voice be without a name Like a dream without an interpreter. So, I'll find a name for each like semantics. Now that I'm back with you with the eyes Of my soul open to the complexion Of your mood, could you remind me Of the last thing you said, that threw me Into this dark subconscious pit, Into this trance that pitched me against My alter ego? This is how I monologue Without a word to animate my tongue, But for these words, this poetry outliving My silence. Could you jolt me back to life Again, when I'm lost beside you, my shadow? About the author:
Tukur Ridwan (He/Him) writes from Lagos, Nigeria. Shortlisted in the Bridgitte James Poetry Competition (2025) and the Eriata Oribhabor Poetry Prize (2020), his works also appear in Afrocritik, Kelp Journal, ArtisansQuill, The African Writers Magazine, Kalahari Review, Cordite Poetry Review, and elsewhere. He won the Brigitte Poirson Monthly Poetry Contest (March 2018), authored A Boy's Tears on Earth's Tongue (Authorpedia, 2019), and The Forgiveness Series (Ghost City Press, 2022). He loves black tea, sometimes coffee. Twitter/IG @Oreal2kur. |
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