INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Ali Znaidi
Silvia Scheibli
Richard Gartee
Deji Adesoye
Shutta Crum
Solomon Musa Haruna
Alan Britt
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Robert Nisbet
Gale Acuff
Rekha Valliappan
Fred Wolven
Aneek Chatterjee
Alex Ferde
Michael Lee Johnson
Jennifer Burd
Running Cub
Duane Locke
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Francis Ferde
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SPRING
BIRTH
a
redondilla for Gerry
He
is a child of the solstice.
Born on the cusp of the season,
carrying in his hands reason
stolen from winter’s high priestess.
He is a lushness in the heart,
a greenness that can’t be staunched,
the light of many summers launched.
He is the flight, the sting, the dart
that pierces day and sweetens night.
And I? I am a child of fall,
of death’s approach, of winter’s call.
I am his darkness, he——my light.
ACCESSORIZING
(a poem in terza rima)
The
customer is always right.
Or so, I always thought—
until this happened late one night
returning something Mom had bought.
Said, Manager, “I see . . .”
When I’d explained perhaps I ought
not dress myself so pink-i-ly.
The man—he was polite.
He bowed and answered civilly,
“Another pair just might highlight
your style, your joie de vie.”
I squealed out loud when I caught sight
of
what he held so prettily.
“Perfect,” I cried. “Oh, yes!”
I tried them on—laughed heartily,
then gave them both a big caress.
I bought them for a song.
That week, I wore my pink prom dress
and plaid high-tops into the throng.
But Mom was right—her photos prove
at times . . . the customer is wrong.
Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor, Michigan