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Fred Wolven
Peycho Kanev
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Arsim Halili
Engjell I. Berisha
Muharrem Kurti




Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2015 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida

AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 48 years all together....


Francis Ferde
Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven

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“If I get a fresh start,
then everything will be fine again”, he said
and drank from the bottle of whisky.
All around him, on the bed, on the night stand,
on the floor, empty bottles – sad in their
uselessness. The light in the room falls
softly as a feather on the scattered memories.
And books
hundreds of books dead of

And still the clock
on the wall continues
its endless murmur but
for how

On the desk the photo
of Franz Kafka said that
‘A belief is like a guillotine,
just as heavy, just as light.’



I imagine that I live in a cabin
by the shore

O this beautiful silence
filling each molecule of space
and time

(Come to me thoughts come to
me absolute emptiness)
far away from any human

A bruised melancholy sky above,
in this vast world
and no one awaits my

And I stand
with open
eyes while
in the water
fish share
my silence
wholly alone
in the evening

Everything else is
whenever, whenever, whenever
and finally
A symbol of another time -

A man set out in
the void

Society’s dark thoughts
are drawing nearer and



The night smacks out
of hiding and finds me
sitting on the pew
Wooden eyes under
the halo of nothing looking
into the nothing and
creeping darkness covers
the entire body
I raise my hand
then lower it and
I head out
I always leave with
more questions than
I come in with
I’m always leaving to
find something –


Peycho Kanev, Bulgaria and Chicago


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