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Friends and Poetry Lovers, Please enjoy the latest installment of SHINE Poetry Series, with two poems by Jake Doyle who writes from his home in California. The first of these poems is untitled, but I think it speaks well to the season here in America both environmentally and metaphorically. Jake's second piece, "For S.V.S.," is accompanied by his own artwork. Thank you, Jake, for sharing your words with the world! Untitled The leaves change colors The heart feels for others That’s just nature doing what it does But this brown leaf still clings Onto the branch of what was Now the sunshine’s gone The clouds are gray And I think I’ve spotted The gust of wind That might blow me away For S.V.S.  As my island drifts from the mainland And this crazy world fills with hate I’m just glad you’re with me On the same tectonic plate  Jake "The Snake" Doyle resides in Fresno, California but was born in Germany. He is a former cannabis cultivator, carpenter, scientist, teacher, and professional cinnamon roll server. He has a love for travelling, having visited 30 different states and 30 different countries. Some of his hobbies are sewing, leatherwork, watching football, listening to and playing music, and running. Jake thinks social media is the downfall of western civilization, but if you want to see him try to promote his little poetry book on Instagram, check him out at @jakehdoyle69.
Poetry lovers & Peace lovers, You will not be disappointed in this beautiful poem by widely published Iranian poet, Mohsen Hoseinkhani. In a twist of fate, Mohsen submitted his work to SHINE several weeks ago and I put him on the schedule for today -- what would be one day after another horrific clash of violence in the Middle East. SHINE condemns violence in all forms. Please join me in praying for peace in all areas of conflict, as you take in the moving words of Mohsen Hoseinkhani. Mohsen, thank you for sharing your poetry with SHINE! Untitled We are departing with a compass whose needle is broken We are departing Like a horse whose horseman was shot We are trotting in a gloomy plain The seasons are repeated We are repeated And most lessons have been forgotten From geography The cold and dry weather From history The fear of Mongolian's attack The germs have gone The bodies have remained We are the pines forgetting the seasons And the seasons them Tired, we have been waiting for a hand rushing to help us by an ax  Mohsen Hoseinkhani was born in Iran (Kermanshah) in 1988. He began to share poems professionally in cultural institutes in 2007. So far, he has had nine poetry collections published in free verse. They are as follows: Take Back My Childhood (Eghlima, 2010); These Small Romances One Day Grow (Eghlima, 2011); Rain Never Stops After You, (Fahva, 2014); The Earth Eclipse (Nimaj – Maya, 2015); Just Death Lives (Fasal Panjum, 2017); Orange Spring (Eiham, 2021) Trotting In a Gloomy Plain (Morvarid, 2nd Edition, 2021); The Mountain Does Not Take Back My Voice (Morvarid, 2023); and The Fish (Sib Sorkh, 2024). Hoseinkhani’s poetry has been translated into Arabic, Turkish, and Kurdish by distinguished translators and published in fine magazines around the world. He describes his poems as simple but lively, and full of imagery and nostalgia. Follow him on Instagram: @mohsen.hosseinkhani.official
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SHINE - International Poetry Series
Curated by Samantha Terrell
From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
NOW IN PRINT!
Stars Over the Dordogne
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