Ann Arbor Review

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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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MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME TO QUILT
          
(For Evelyn Crum, master quilter, 1933-2008)

I learned from my mother how to quilt--
how to measure width and length,
how to find shades of a rainy day,
or the hue of a grandchild's trust.
She taught me that the whole is patched
from the piecings of each day.  And to save scraps,
for you never know when you'll need one.

She taught me to ease dissonance
into harmonies of pattern, and to blind stitch.
She showed me that the straight grain is strong
but I must learn to work with bias--
for there are days when fabric needs to stretch.

Then she taught me how to smooth the layers--
how to rock my needle, hand-stitching
the warm core to the strong back.
Finally, she taught me to be proud--
to bind the raw edge and display my colors.
This is what I learned from my mother.



THE PATH THROUGH THE PALMS

The path through the palms is sandy and hot.
It dips into hollows, and tracks westerly
over roots and the ghosts of roots--
masterly

and sometimes apologetic.  Yet I think it will serve you,
my praise-singing child caught up in mystery.
Let your small feet knead the old path--
blistery

with memory.  Where does it lead?
That is not important now.  But see, it narrows in a flurry
of furthering itself along.  So if you're coming--
best hurry!






Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor

 

   


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