Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Richard Kostelanetz
Alex Ferde
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Duane Locke
Chris Lord
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortelani
Shutta Crum
Ajibola Tolase
Silvia Scheibli
Laszlo Slomovits
Emmanuel Samson
Lyn Lifshin
Running Cub
Nikita Parik

Alan Britt
John Grey
Bhisma Upreti
Paul B. Roth
Jennifer Burd
Sunday Michael
Michael H. Brownstein
Burd
Ali Znaidi

Richard Gartee
Kanev Peycho

Engjell I. Berisha

Fred Wolven
Petraq Risto
Carolyn Elias
Alabi Oyedeji


 


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Copyright (c) 2015 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 47 years all together....

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EVER NEW MORNING

Wake up in the fuchsia light
of morning without anything
from the previous day
hanging over.

Wake up without
a preconceived way
today should unfold.

Wake up with appreciation
of the unfolding experiences
that appear as your eyes open.

Wake up and live fully
what the day will be
then sleep without anticipation
the next new morning.

 

HE AND SHE

She was like ice at the point of melting,
ephemeral, impossible to pick up.

He was like negative space in art,
unseen, though it surrounded her
and defined her edges.

Rubinís illusion
Two faces or a single vase,
that described their relationship,
in black and white.

They met on a cold spring day
that should have been hot.
Flowers that had opened early
in the warm Southern light
shivered and shriveled
at the unseasonable change.

She, who could bring
an unconscious room
to life by entering it,
was like troubled waters.

He, with no desire to be newly fashioned,
found himself to be fresh dirt in the hands
of an eager landscaper.

Life together promised to be a lush valley
between high mountains,
but every raindrop and snowflake
sooner or later slides downward;
and rough waters are not quieted
by flash floods and avalanches.

 

 

Richard Gartee, Gainesville, Florida

 


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