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 Slomovitz
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


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ALAMBRA
     a lyric response by Laszlo Slomovits
     to a painting by Kristen Heremanson

It has just started to rain. The storied glory
of the Alhambra is just a reflection
of shadows on the surface of a pool.

But this drop that has just landed…
strange word — landed — to use for
water re-entering water... this drop…

strange word — drop — for
something that has fallen so far
and now is no longer dropping,

no longer itself, no longer separate
from what it has rejoined. A small swirling
whirlpool hints at the depth of its merging.

Nearby, pale gold light washes over
the water. Strange word — washes —
for light reflecting off the face of water.

It has just started to rain. We are now there
and here to see that single drop drop.

 

Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor, Michigan

 

 

   


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