INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Paul B. Roth
John F. Buckley &
Jennifer Burd &
Karyn M. Bruce
Michael Gessner &
Martin Camps &
M. J. Iuppa
Ann Arbor Review
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All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
Fred Wolven, editor
LOVE POEM FOR A RAINY NIGHT
The storm has scuttled off, and evening boasts
hoarded light--a plumpsom swath of rose
against sloe-berried blue. And later still,
an insolent moon. Ruddy-faced and drunk
on moss wine, it whispers your name--
one sinner to another.
HER EASTER FINERY
She flounces from the playground. Her beflowered hat
is aslant--tethered by an elastic strap and a tangle of dark hair.
Her lacy tights are ripped. Mud graces one thin forearm.
My sister rolls her eyes and relinquishes the white gloves she'd
"saved" for her daughter's return. Daintily, the child pulls them on
and approaches--followed by a tail of dotted Swiss. A hem, no doubt,
ripped by the grasp of the old iron slide. She lifts her chin, extends
one tiny pointed foot and asks, "Do you like my Easter dress?"
Oh, squalling child, hush!
And just look at your feathers.
screaming from the dune's face--
terror with wings.
slip of boy
in first blush.
Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor