Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Lana Bella
Laszlo Slomovits
Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Yuan Hongri
Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya
Alex Ferde
Karyn M. Bruce
Rajuish Mishra
Alan Britt
Patrick Ashinze
Shutta Crum
Fahredin Shehu
Paul B. Roth
Helen Gyigya
Aneek Chatterjee
Joanie Freeman

Gale Acuff
Robert Nisbet
Fred Wolven
Sreekanth Kopuri

Michael Lee Johnson
Silvia Scheibli
Richard Gartee
Ali Znaidi
Jennifer Burd

John Grey
Running Cub
Peycho Kanev


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--editor / Southeastern Florida
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Fugitive

the image of a horse
flying in childhood
made me two wings
& i flew over the ashes
& in december
& in august & april
I descended sometimes to
smell ashes,
probably in may or january
i can’t remember
Dear black ashes smiled
burnt wood murmured :
come down to earth
set warmth again in the ash
shivering in cold
come to the river & woods
you’d find black, cold ashes  
Leave a tango in the air
nothing had changed 
since you soared high
from dear ashes  
on ground

now i fly on four wings,
instead of the earlier two   

 

A Gift

Ice cream melted & turned  
into a river
Water was warm, unlike
the earlier incarnation
When I planned a swim,
the river asked for a
gift, --- a lullaby, a libation
I was unable to offer

Cold water slowly sipped
into my spine, ---
a gift from the river

 

 

Aneek Chatterje, Kolkata, India

 

   


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