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Ali Znaidi
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Running Cub
Peycho Kanev

Ann Arbor Review

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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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Silver Grey Fox
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Fred Wolven

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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.



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. 



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

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