Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Richard Kostelanetz
Karyn M. Bruce
Duane Locke
Lyn Lifshin
Rich Ives
Chris Lord
Anton Gojcaj
Donal Mahoney
Laszlo Slomovits
Alan Britt
A. J. Huffman
Bhisma Upreti
Ali Znaidi
Paul B. Roth
Joan Colby
Rexhep Shahu
Catherine McGuire
Michelle Bailat-Jones
April Salzano

Kufre Udeme
Jane Butler
Jennifer Burd
Peycho Kanev
Joanie Freeman
Jennifer Burd &
Laszlo Slomovits
Frederick Pollack
Fahredin Shehu
Holly Day
Serena Wilcox
Ndue Ukaj
Running Cub

Fred Wolven
Allison Grayhurst
Rose Mary Boehm
Michael D. Long
Jim Davis
Christopher Dungey
Bobbi Sinha-Morey

Jason Ryberg
Douglas Polk
Janine Canan


 


 

 


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AMARANTHINE

On a large metal tin
from the famous Dutch
cacao people the picture
of a serving girl in white
holding a tray with a tin from
the picture of a serving girl in white
holding a tray...

I stand between two mirrors.  In my hands
your picture.  Substance is not what I squint
to see, but what is known.


RIDING TOWARDS INIS CEITHLEANN
*

His horse shudders under
the lashing of his intention.
Moonlight's feelers
stroke him with silken gloves.
He freezes.

Against the dark horizon
an owl stills in the headlights.

Show me the loom on which he spins
his story of Irish rivers spilling ichor.
Their depth filled with godly prophecies
leaking from then into tomorrow.
Inner earth opens its mouths
spewing untasted varieties of fervor.

Keep watch.
The wolfdog is on the prowl.


*Gaelic for Enniskillen

 


A CLOSING

On the other side of you
there is a no place,

where silences build
bridges across hidden waters,

where Pirandello's actors
are searching for a stage,
lost for a script.

Concrete begets concrete,
and the heart can no longer
accommodate love, or perhaps

it just dies,
gently,
of negligence.




Rose Mary Boehm, Unite Kingdom; Lima, Peru


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