Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Fahredin Shehu
Elisavietta Ritchie
Uvie  Gwewhegbe
Jennifer Burd
George Miller
Robert Penick
Laszlo Slomovits
Richard Gartee
Gale Acuff
Stephen Sleboda
Robert Nisbet
Chris Spitters
Silvia Scheibli
Michael Lee Johnson

Alicia Mathias
Alan Britt
Y. Przhebelskaya
Helen Gyigya

Aneek Chatterjee
Alex Ferde
Running Cub

Joanie Freeman
Shutta Crum

Fred Wolven

Steve Barfield

Deji Adesoye

Michelle Bailat-Jones


 

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The Fog of Years


Whenever other people discuss the past
I know I was never there the same way.
There were shadows of what might have been
or used to be, whichever it was.

From memories there is a sense of waste and of loss
as an only certainty.
Each memory is an isolated moment and then itís gone
but it can stay long enough to torture, cheat or lie.
So we are ultimately alone.
But I do remember friends
thinly spread over a great distance.
Straining to look back through the years,
I see myself as a child
who was never kissed.
There was the smell of red clay and pine
where I found a Georgia lover
who filled my soul
even for the briefest moment.
Now I am drifting lost
in the fog of years.

 


The Quest

A seeking,
a lifetime search
for clarity and relevance.
In the quest
a forgetting.
There has to be a sorting
for memory is selective.

Photos are the light and shadow
of long ago yesterday.
Prisoners are held fast
in perspective and time.

There is no again
except in memory.
And memory is selective.

Regrets are the sharp spine
of memory.

If history is written
by the winners,
what about destiny?
Is destiny what
the winners will write?

To find the moral campus
which way do you turn?

 

Steve Barfield, Tampa, Florida

   


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