INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Lana Bella
Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Francis Annagu
Olajide Vincent Ajise
Lyn Lifshin
Akor Emmanuel
Duane Locke
Running Cub
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Irsa Ruci
Elisavietta Ritchie
Alex Ferde
Richard Gartee
Robert Nisbet
Alan Britt
Changming Yuan
Nahshon Cook
Peycho Kanev
Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven
Karyn M. Bruce
Ann Arbor Review
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Francis Ferde
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THE WOMAN ON THE METRO, ORANGE LINE, FOGGY BOTTOM
gray face, a collapsed wafer,
an apple left over winter on
some branch glazed in ice
that’s melted. Not uninteresting,
like other wreckage, abandoned
houses that seem to have sighed
and then sunk into themselves.
Startling, raved, she takes out
powder first and dusts her whole
face, a silt of fine dust before
rouge, cheeks and chin as if to
pull your eye to what isn’t pale
and lined. Then, lipstick. But just
as she is about to add what I
suspect will be a tawny shade,
burnt umber or rust, a man stands
in my view, it’s as if someone
stood up, a giant, just at the end
of a movie. I wanted the last
face, the transformation, see
the stylish Washington women in their
black coats, perfect skin are now
here, faceless as some Picasso
or Modigliani face on their way to
see a lover, buy antiques. Trying to
look behind their mask, I miss
my stop
Lyn Lifshin, Virginia and New York