INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Steve Barfield
Fahredin Shehu
Karyn M. Bruce
Richard Gartee
Running Cub
Dejoy Robillard
Yuan Hongri
Lasz.o Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Stephen Sleboda
Alan Britt
Gale Acuff
Elisavietta Ritchie
Shutta Crum
Patty Dickson Pieczka
Duane Locke
Jennifer Burd
Aneek Chatterjee
Robert Nisbet
Robert Penick
Alex Ferde
Solomon Musa Haruna
Ann Arbor Review
is an independent
International Journal & ezine
Copyright (c) 2020
Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note: in print 1967 - 1980. Irregular publications 1980 - 2004. As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 54 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 Blues Singer
He
is not really singing a color
and his song is more than music.
It’s not missing your home music
but a blues down in your bones.
The sadness is a constant dull ache,
covering all of your bones.
Here is a soulful complainer
moaning out a sorrowful song.
He is trying to get the dark blue moon
out of a clinched mouth.
Everyone has got their own version.
Why does feeling bad feel so good?
It’s not enjoying the pain of another.
It’s finding the community
of someone else who understands.
Steve Barfield, Tampa, Florida