INSIDE THIS ISSUE:
Michael Lee Johnson
Paul B. Roth
Amit Shankar Saha
Ann Arbor Review
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Silver Grey Fox
THE MARCH OF THE EMPEROR PENGUINS
Emperor Penguins never set feet on
straight up their feet on ice, tuxedo's with short feathers
overlapped, waterproofed, inner down layers insulated with air.
Heads bobble fat fannies waddle, the march to the homeland begins.
70 miles the clan walks and slides away from the sea and back to the sea.
70 miles into the darkest, driest and coldest continent, Antarctica cradles
up the South Pole.
High step, searching for partners for one year, away from predators, the
mating party begins.
Mutual sex they turn check format a goal, breed their young, months of
struggles, isolation, separation face in the winter the great white ghost of
Starvation is a 2-way trip the male is the mother 120 days, mother goes for
at one point tough they all must go back to the ocean and sea.
Emperor Penguins they dance and huddle.
Back they go to the ice, to the flow, and sea 50/50, millions of years ago.
WHISPERS FROM THE GRAVE
(Heart attack 50 years of age)
What happened to 20 acres of
farmland tilted toward sun angles,
those sharp stone edges cool fall comes
frost fields covered taking ownership of rented, abused, abandoned land−
10 years Phil has been gone, DeKalb, Illinois farmer.
Did he find salvation in those gold
October orange colors, hayrides, and pumpkin harvest
of grey, grave bones buried near the deadly bicycle ride.
Mystery did his lover Betsy
(defense, prosecuting attorney, Elgin, Illinois)
stand by his site after she went through mourning,
the grandstanding at the wake at the farm,
the dimming of all candles, incenses, and memorial shrine
she held sacred within her bedroom walls, now faded.
MOUNT PLEASANT CEMENTARY
(Toronto, Ontario Canada)
Gravediggers uprooting caskets
with sharp, steel shovels-
each slicing step downward
through nerve-rooted earth
cooper pennies jingle in change
pouches dangling by their sides.
They chat casually of Jesus,
His painless resurrection
from the sealed tomb,
money-changers being chased
away from Godís holy temple.
Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca,
Illinois, and Canada