Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Laszlo Slomovits
Alan Britt
Tolu Ogunlesi
Paul B. Roth
Gerald Clark
Dike Okoro
Jerry Blanton
Felino Soriano
Joanie Freeman
Steve Barfield
Shuta Crum
Running Cub
Odimegwn Onwumere
Duane Locke
Chris Lord
Fred Wolven
Nona Giorgadze
Bobby Steve Baker
Brandon S. Ray
satnrose
Serena Trome
Paul Handley
Kanev Peycho
George Moore
R. Jay Slais
Carol Smallwood

Sabahudin Hadzialic
Ian Smith

ANGUISH

This is the story of my existence,
slow and prolong,

beans and garlic,
occasional steak
and tiny flashes of happiness;

hearts in barbed wire behind
windows and closed doors
waiting

a feathers and tar
and one boy which the Maker
didn't design to be.



REFLECTIONS OVER THE STATUS QUO

What is to live but to mince upon
the footsteps of others, that were here
before you.
Living is like walking!
Rhythmic, hastily, leisurely--
to sniff at the fallen autumn leaves,
to observe the faces passing you by
on the hot sidewalk,
to hear the garbage trucks and the ice-cream trucks
and the mailman's truck.
Each step is like a heartbeat
into the chest of the creation;
each upcoming moment is your
future movement.
When you stride down the boulevard,
you feel more than alive,
feeling the pulse of the living,
of the street, of the city, of this world.
You are part of it!
Seize the day and keep on going
until the day when your legs will be
just a dot in the end of the line,
just like this one.



MISLEADING ACCURACY

The stone is just a stone and nothing
else.
The ocean could be something more or
less,
when the eagle rises into the upper layer
of our world's cover, we loose our breath.
Now, the word on the page consists of more
energy than, let say, a whiz-bang.
The line can be more incisive than a scythe,
and the book is often more meaningful than
the ocean itself.
You see, creation is easy.  Living is opaque.
Now, let's think about the stone,
again.

 


Kanev Peycho, Chicago





                      

 


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