Ann Arbor Review


Shutta Crum
Paul B. Roth
Laszlo Slomovits
Duane Locke
Felino Soriano
Chris Lord
Jerry Blanton
Carmen Firan
Amelia Makinano
Connie Stadler
Fred Wolven
Duane Locke
Tolu Ogunlesi
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Gerald Clark
Karyn M. Wolven
Holly Day
Dike Okoro
Fred Wolven




Grey and still
Face carved into gentle crags
A sculpture of time
And no resistance
To the elements.

The hawk circles in wide arcs
Waiting for your emergence
For he knows when the flute is
You will look up.
You will see.

Eyes that capture
Elusive dance of Jumping Mouse
Eyes that were once freely offered
To a blinded soul.
Sear the mundane, pierce life denials
And so, must be condemned.

Go to your mesa.
Breathe in the warmest embraces
Of your desert sun
I will always love you.

And with love
You go home to that sunrise palette
Alive in your eyes as
God's opals.

Constance Stadler, Winchester, Virginia


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