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
Ann Arbor Review
is an independent
International Journal & ezine
Copyright (c) 2019
Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
------------------------------------------------
AAR history note: in print 1967 - 1980. Irregular publications 1980 - 2004. As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 51 years all together....
------------------------------------------------
staff:
Francis Ferde
Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven
Submissions via e-mail:
DADAIST LIGHT
Looking into the
many species
of mushrooms,
my vision
becomes blurred.
My mind is lost
among the yellow
flowers.
I can't
concentrate anymore.
I only wander
through rooms
of memories in
my mind.
Trauma has come
again.
It keeps
mushrooming;
expanding
rapidly in scope
against my will.
All my energy is
absorbed
during the gaze.
Like a moon left
behind clouds,
I reach into
darkness.
I reach into an
alienation of rooms.
A pedantry of
cracks.
A gossiping
through the walls.
A toxic
misunderstanding of a status quo.
I only want some Dadaist light.
A NEW LANGUAGE
There were no
cemeteries, you said,
no burial
grounds: Only diasporic
cremated ash and
a descent
of woodpeckers
excavating the
soft wood.
—Diasporic barks
and dry leaves
on the ground.
Undulating
thoughts
and incongruous
words.
—A new language
began to show up
in the midst
of this chaos.
EMPTY GLASSES
An empty glass
on your table
has no value.
The only value
is its void
which is flowing
between
the cracks of
the past
and the present
moment.
—You drink the
void
as if one sip
would point
where the others
begin.
An empty glass
has no value,
but expect more
from it
because our
glasses were full
before the world
was born.
Ali Znaidi, Redeyef, Tunisia