Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Alan Britt
Shutta Crum
Jumoke Verissimo
Las Slomovits
Richard Kurtz
Lyn Lifshin
Duane Locke
Serena Wilcox
Jerry Blanton
Dami Ajayi
Odimegwu Onwumere
Joanie Freeman
Dike Okoro
Amit Parmessur
Paul B. Roth
Divya Rajan
Kim Keith
Fred Wolven
C. Derick Vann
Al Ortolani
Steve Barfield
Jim Davis
Chris Lord
Jennifer Burd
Will Swanson
Isabel Kestner

Lisa Schmidt
Running Cub
Tolu Ogunlesi

 

BACKTRACKING


Owasco
how your waters
swarm
mirages of moonlight
through oak leaves
where I stand
tonight

How
this same light
breaking
my own body
into pieces

heals it
seamlessly
below
your overlapping
waves

How the Iroquois
named you
Owasco: Passage
long before
Christian missionaries
sipped

your ripples' edge
running cold
against their bleeding
blue lips

and with their rough
burlap sleeves
wiped their mouths
dry of you

        

BEFORE FALLING ASLEEP


What little
light of the moon
spruce pines
allow
through my window

taking the shape
of a colorless
butterfly's wingbeats

vanishes
then reappears
in the shape
of a much later hour

or a rain
wrapped sundrop
hanging
from the edge

of a yellow
strawflower's
stiff petal
cuddled
by a honeybee



LOOK NO FURTHER


Hands rub
gravel filled
mud
from a stone

until the glimmer
from a shine
off its wet skin

reveals
another light
living just inside
this stone

and which
to my surprise
turns out to be

my own eyes
which
when forced
to close

forgot
there was ever
the slightest
chance

they could ever
be one
and the same
as this stone
and open



THIRST


I cup
night
in my hands

sipping
from every
wrinkle and crack
between
its wobbly planets

a deep
blend of darkness
mixed
with just a sound
of water

where endless
reflections
of stars
are kept intact

and whose light
has never
been so quenching
as right now

 



 Paul B. Roth, Fayetteville, New York


 


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