Ann Arbor Review

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


 


 


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--editor / Southeastern Florida
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BLACK ICING

Scrape its skin
with a water wind
inside the black bitter candy
is a purple icicle
of lavender wine     

 

WHEN I’M EIGHTEEN                       

I’ll die.

            I will eat
my nipples                                                                                                                     

as cows knit raffia ripples                                                                                                                    

I will climb all horses   
and ride to hell.

But, if the tangerine is bitter                                                                                                              

I’ll return my tongue to its tomb                                                                                                

And be silent

till I reach its ending: Silence’s tail

Then, I will pour blood  
            in a burnt book,     
            till the brooks are bare   
            and the trills are still.

            Next year,                                                                                                                                                    I won’t die again;

            I must have been born again                                                                                                              

dancing

 



 

David Ishaya OsuAbuja, Nigeria

 

 


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