Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Paul B Roth
Duane Locke
Alan Britt
Silvia Scheibli
Steve Barfield
Duane Locke
Alex Ferde
Kristina Krumova
Richard Gartee
Lyn Lifshin
Gale Acuff
Alicia Mathias
Sunday Eyitayo Michael
Running Cub
Laszlo Slomovits
Shutta Crum
Solomon Musa Haruna

Elisavietta Ritchie
Yuan Hongri
Helen Grigya
Fahredin Shehu
Karyn M. Bruce

Robert Nisbet
Deji W. Adesoye

Michael Lee Johnson
Keith Moul
Jennifer Burd

John Grey
Rekha Valliaypan
Fred Wolven



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--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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Hunter/Gatherer

Here is an archive of collective memory.
Warm your hands on an antique fire.
Drifting smoke and the aroma of burning wood
circles a basket of woven fibers.
It is filled with berries, pine nuts and seeds.

There is marrow spilling from a bone in charcoal.

Through hypnosis in the flames
I remember that I was here once before
with a life forged in fire.

 

The Oracle


Look to the ancient East
and find old Abraham
father of all mythology.
Now see the oracle
a ragged gray leper
who scavenges at the outskirts of truth.
At the center of a simple straw hut
in the realm of a night’s small candle
the bone caster kneels on a floor of clay.
He leans over a mirror of the universe.
The bones clatter out into an ethical paradox.
And from that dust is found a present fact:
that long-held myths
are loved more than any truth.

 

Fox News

At a place where shadows cross
you will find an aging prostitute
named Fox News.
On a dark corner of night,
she leans against a dim  lamppost.
She wears a red evening gown
which is threadbare and faded.
It is of a fashion that was popular
in the 1960s.

She has bartered her dignity
to the Devil
Now, she is:
a crystal goblet that now rings hollow,
a pearl false on the tooth.

She is offering truth as a latest position
to the few passersby.

 

 

Steve Barfield, North Palm Beach, Florida       

   


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