Ann Arbor Review


Lana Bella
Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Francis Annagu
Olajide Vincent Ajise
Lyn Lifshin
Akor Emmanuel
Duane Locke
Running Cub
Paul B. Roth
Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Irsa Ruci
Elisavietta Ritchie
Alex Ferde

Richard Gartee
Robert Nisbet
Alan Britt
Changming Yuan
Nahshon Cook
Peycho Kanev
Jennifer Burd
Fred Wolven

Karyn M. Bruce







Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2016 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 47 years all together....


Francis Ferde
Silver Grey Fox
Running Cub
Fred Wolven

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Your beauty mesmerizes
the senses of my poetry.
It tingles the efficiency of its metaphors.
Let me modify you with verses of eulogium.
Let me transmute you into a poem
shrouded in immortality, Omalicha.



I’ve made you a delicacy of wit
with metaphors of fine contemporary.
I’ve also made you a glass of lemonade
with imageries & idioms of artistry,
eat with your eyes & become immortal.


We find felicity in deflowered nights,
In owlish casinos, where zings
of Cuban cigars & alcohol throttles
the innocence of teetotalers,
seeking luck from the erraticism of dominoes
here, there is no ‘I alone’,
neither is there ‘you alone’,
rustling through the arterial of razzmatazz
there is only ‘us’, ‘we’, ‘together
uniting in tandem artistry to create
a haven of solace, a citadel devoid of pangs
& soft tirades.  Here, we are all kings
thirsty for transgression, we are one.




Olajide Vincent Ajise, Largos, Nigeria



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