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
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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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Issues
of Immortality
If
Poets are Eternal
As is Claimed,
We Will Live Forever
In Our Private Pyramids
But
how to smuggle out the poems
we continue to produce in here?
Entrance blocks are big to budge.
Desert winds blow scrolls away.
Those sleek tomcats as couriers?
Unreliable, distractible and they ate
our carrier pigeons. At least they chased
the mice which wiggle in through fissures
in the walls, snatch our stony bread.
We
miss Beethoven, Bach, Brahms…
Their music would resonate so well in here!
But our ears snapped off, bones scattered.
How to
recite our work?
Tongues shriveled, disappeared,
Lost teeth search for mouths.
Laptops cannot find laps, computers, radios,
Cellphones, Email, Twitter, Messenger, Instagram,
depend on connectivity.
hard to maintain in deserts, sandstorms,
flooding of Patuxent or the Nile.
And how to keep devices charged?
The
power to communicate
must rely on extrasensory skills
as between scattered lovers, twins.
So we whisper, scratch on sooty walls,
carve hieroglyphs in sand, and pray
our work eternal…
Catch-and-Release Policy
But what to do
with the dashing merman
in my big crab trap?
If my old translating skills
remain intact:
He surely begs for freedom
in his strange language
punctuated with gurgle.
Elisavietta Ritchie, Solomon’s Island, Maryland