INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Silvia Scheibli
'Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Paul B. Roth
Umm-e-Aiman Vejlani
Lyn Lifshin
Laszlo Slomovits
Naim Kelmendi
Richard Kostelanetz
Anton Gojcaj
Duane Locke
Jennifer Burd
David Ishaya Osu
Steve Barfield
Miguel A Bernao Burrieza
Richard Gartee
Violeta Allmuca
Alan Britt
Fred Wolven
Ilire Zajmi
Running Cub
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Peter Tase
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortolani
Alex Ferde
Anton Frost
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Lazlo Slomovits & Jennifer Burd
Karyn M. Bruce
A. J. Huffman
Michael D. Long
Ann Arbor Review
is an independent
International Journal & ezine
Copyright (c) 2014
Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
------------------------------------------------
staff:
Francis Ferde
Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven
Submissions via e-mail:
THE MOTHER GOING TO HER GOD
The mystery
holds us
as we hold the hand of the dearest death.
The fingers limp, cool, do not pull away,
the mother’s eyes opening one last time,
filling with fear and surprise
as they contemplate the daughter
who is unable to close the book
without the need of a bookmark.
THE VIEWING
She has
never looked prettier,
grey hair curling over her forehead
framing her face, furrowed lines
smoothed in death, blue-green eyes
closed, perhaps by others,
perhaps her own doing, a precaution
as she prepared to enter what she believed
to be the dazzling world of her maker.
We gave the
funeral director a white lace
buttoned-to-the-neck blouse to dress
our mother who had seemed to us
throughout her 95 years almost innocent,
able to see what she wanted, to block out
ugly debris as she sewed for collectible dolls
(one couldn’t play with them)
long dresses with puffy sleeves,
always
putting on their tiny feet
low heeled mary jane shoes
in case they should need to run away.
Chris Lord, Ann Arbor, Michigan