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
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Francis Ferde
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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 54 years all together....
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Storms
have beaten channels
into the gravel of the road.
March’s days are passing
like rain-blurred soldiers on a gray bus.
Perhaps it’s a dream half remembered?
Or a world that’s lost its green—
a world that once lived within my grasp.
Perhaps I’m still holding it,
trying to recall why I needed it,
and which door I’d wanted to open into it.
And why—oh, why—did I imagine
it might make it through?
My only excuse: an ache for green
this late in the bone-cold fog.
Now I stumble down the road
searching for the way out,
anywhere, beyond this dream of gray faces
soldiering into the world without me.
Listen, When I Sing
When I die, I want to come back as a goldfinch
And sing in the catalpa tree
And you will look up through the branches
And tilt your head, to better hear what I have to say
Shutta Crum, Ann Arbor, Michigan