Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Lyn Lifshin
Richard Kostelanetz
Karyn M. Bruce
Duane Locke
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Laszlo Slomovits
Kufre Udeme
Michael Lewis-Beck
A. J. Huffman
Nugent Karhu
Fred Wolven
Shutta Crum
Fatmir Terziu
Steven Gulvezan
Kyle Hemmings
Adeeko Ibukun
Chris Cialdella
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu

Chris Lord
Dike Okoro
Jennifer Burd
Alisa Velaj
Joanie Freeman
Jeton Kelmendi
Richard Luftig
Dzekashu MacViban
Mike Berger
Al Ortolani

Ndue Ukaj
Alan Britt

Jennifer Burd &
Laszlo Slomovits
Diane Giardi
Running Cub
 



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All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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Fred Wolven

 

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'SOMETIMES, I TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT ME...'

Or so I remember hearing that Peter Pan was said
to have observed.  And I think Tinker Bell probably
then cried out, "She can fly!  She can fly!"  Or so
someone, who is of age, must have noted her to say.
Well, now, I just don't know what of that may or
may not be true.  Yet, I realize a life unlived is an
empty, unfulfilled void deeper than the largest black
holes in space and even deeper than the sound of
my voice echoing across the fields through which
I wandered as a youth.  These places being the
ones in and out of which I stumble or carefully
pick and make my solitary pathways now days.

Now and again a red winged blackbird, flitting
from bush to bush, passes near my ear and then
alights close by long enough for me to hear its
quiet call.  Making my way through the uncut,
untrimmed wild vines, flowering shrubs, and
rain-fed new small tree growth, I notice some
of the freshest natural entanglements charting
my track as I edge about in this cluttered area
working my way up the side of a new Georgian
hilltop.  While I'm likely to rear a symphony
or at least a choir of bird calls and songs, I will
not see a Florida panther cross my trail as I once
did back home when wandering in the more open
undeveloped back lots adjacent to our dwelling.

With such natural wonders around nearly where
ever I venture when out and about, it is no surprise
at all to encounter the best, big and small, of our
beautiful environment.  Even when examining the
trunk of a pine tree one discovers upon a closer
look, tiny creatures moving about particles of bark
covering the tree.  And the shapes and colors of
the cones either attached yet to branches or nestled
upon the forest floor beneath the trees providing
ample displays of texture, form and continuing
growth.  Ah, yes, there is so much more about,
that, more often than not, sometimes I have such
a bounty to view, I don't need to even think of me.






Fred Wolven
, South Florida

 


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