Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Bilall Maliqi
Duane Locke
Eddie Awusi
Silvia Scheibli
Amit Parmessur
Lyn Lifshin
Juan Hongi
Shutta Crum
Peycho Kanev
Fahredin Shehu
Lana Bella
Laszlo Slomovits
Abdulrahman M Abu-  yaman
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Keith Moul
Aneek Chatterjee

Tom Evans
Robert Nisbet
Paul B. Roth
Alex Ferde
Alan Britt

Richard Gartee
Karyn M. Bruce

Ali Znaidi
Running Cub
John Grey

Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven

Helen Gyigya


 


Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2018 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 51 years all together....

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staff:
Francis Ferde
Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven

 

Submissions via e-mail:

poetfred@att.net

 

 

MY HEART

Your hand-print
on my heart

Like graffiti
on this
oak table

Like smoke stains
on this
ceiling lamp

Like whispers
from lips
of the dead

On my heart

 

HILLS

Gray hills
are almost blue

As faint as
your stone-washed eyes

Worn with years
of gazing
at a lavender sea

Real
or imagined
gray hills
are almost blue
tonight

 

MORNING PACKED IN FOG

A white donkey
stands
in the damp
pasture

He stands
vey still

Then
lowers his head
crunching
Spring grass

Fog
curls
his delicate coat
white as silk

 

ARIZONAíS BORDER

A train rumbles through
this creosote town by the Santa Cruz River

Elevation 4,020 feet
known for Pancho Villa expeditions
and poor soldiers

A metal fence enclosing
the Hachita Cemetery with barbed wire crosses
commemorates cousins

A fly-over Red-tail
and the Geronimo Monument remind that
surrender was hard to understand

Then and now!

There are new skeletons
they didnít tell us

A national historic monument and
a sheep pasture on the designated border

Cactus wrens
and tales of saddle bags of gold
now cattle ranches

Ceremonial dances about homeland
and copper mines

Now
a wall
to protect from
the sweat of our labor
our ancestors
our blood
ourselves

 

 
Silvia Scheibli, Rio Rico, Arizona

 

   


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