INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Paul B. Roth
Ann Christine Tabaka
Deji W. Adesoye
W. M. Rivera
Michael Lee Johnson
Ann Arbor Review
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As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 48 years all together....
Silver Grey Fox
POEM WRITTEN BY A NINETY-SEVEN YEAR OLD, NO. 9
beach house almost hidden in bamboo grove is
Now colored at sunset a particularized red, a dusty red,
Akin to a Pompeii red, sits there, awaiting our moving in
I looked in her direction, focusing on the same space
She stared at.
I saw nothing but white sand, 0at white sand. I saw
Empty space—not even one sand dune.
“I am so happy, “ she said, “We will drink Campari together,
No matter what the atmosphere colors the front.”
I looked again at the same space she was looking at.
I saw only empty white sand.
I said nothing, sat there, wishing I were somewhere else,
And distressed with the anguish of feeling forever homeless.
SEVEN YEAR OLD, NO. 6
POEM WRITTEN BY NINETY-
Should I beseech the Fatestinct, the rational, the logical,
Like Friedrich Holderlin beseeched the Fates.
Beg the Fates to grant one more summer.
One more summer, so I can write
What I inwardly feel, deeply, darkly feel,
The reality that I do not understand,
This unknown reality of my unknown self.
One more summer, so I can let these
Never-to-be understood feelings engender words.
Words that unconceal the concealed,
Words that defy, deny that reality
Can be understood through the clear,
Words that invent a mind that can perceive
Most all of the beliefs and values we live by are lies.
But I will not speak to the Fates. No.
I will not beseech the Fates, because
The Fates do not exist.
POEM WRITTEN BY 97 YEAR OLD, NO 10
When we were tossed onto this earth,
It is spoken that we have a body.
We don’t know what our body is
Until some older person tells us his guess.
Some even older person told this
Older person what was told him by an older person.
Body has been spoken of as evil matter,
Soul’s prison house, separate from soul.
Others has spoken that that the existenceed soul is a lie to deceive the simple
Of the detach
Some say the body is a wonder and the founder
Of terrestrial mysticism, if the body is not understood.
We have many lies spoken about the body:
Maurice Merleau Ponty has made the best guess.
People have spend much time speculating on
Who was the first to discourse on the body.
Only a few have spoken the truth about the body,
The vast majority have only spoken lies.
Most of the human race lives by lies.
Duane Locke, Tampa, Florida