Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Chris Lord
Joseph McNair
Karyn M. Wolven
Geoffrey Philp
Paul B. Roth
Duane Locke
Silvia Scheibli
Shutta Crum
Felino Soriano
Steve Beaulieu
Donald Hewlett
Alan Britt
Joanie Freeman
Mervyn M. Solomon
Jerry Blanton
Marilyn Churchill
Running Cub
Mukul Dahal
Alice Paris

Helen Losse
Fred Wolven

 

 

 

BREAKFAST AT ELEVEN
                            
For Cesar

Two blonde, white-tailed deer
               in mesquite shadow
               very still
               sun-spotted backs
               long tongues reaching for
               new mesquite beans,

Inspire
               to kiss fresh raspberries
oats & honey
               on your chest.


 

JANUARY'S FROST MOON

When
             the lizard's blood

                   is just

a drop of silver,

              I would like

                    to sleep with the

Frost moon.



THREE DEFINITIONS

Structure is
               the weapon of mass destruction.

Knowledge is
               the intense desire to describe the shadow
of an armadillo's eyelash.

Imagination is
               to feel the armadillo's eyelash
grow a five o'clock shadow on your hand.



WET CHEEKS ON CACTUS

The cactus in front of me
                is an acrobat
who wishes he were
                the long white streaks
down the black chin
                              of a desert sparrow.

This small gray bird
                finds water,
splash of tides,
steps through foam,
                feet sink in wet sand.

While the cactus
waits
                imagines wet
cheeks.




Silvia Scheibli, Rio Rico, Arizona
 


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