Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Steve Barfield
Fahredin Shehu
Karyn M. Bruce
Richard Gartee
Running Cub
Dejoy Robillard
Yuan Hongri
Lasz.o Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Stephen Sleboda
Alan Britt
Gale Acuff
Elisavietta Ritchie
Shutta Crum
Patty Dickson Pieczka

Duane Locke
Jennifer Burd
Aneek Chatterjee
Robert Nisbet
Robert Penick

Alex Ferde
Solomon Musa Haruna

Violeta Allmuca
Fred Wolven
 


Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2020 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 54 years all together....

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Hunter/Gatherer

Here is an archive of collective memory.
Warm your hands on an antique fire.
Drifting smoke and the aroma of burning wood
circles a basket of woven fibers.
It is filled with berries, pine nuts and seeds.
There is marrow spilling from a bone in charcoal.
Through hypnosis in the flames
I remember that I was here once before
with a life forged in fire.

 

The Blues Singer

He is not really singing a color
and his song is more than music.
Itís not missing your home music
but a blues down in your bones.
The sadness is a constant dull ache,
covering all of your bones.

Here is a soulful complainer
moaning out a sorrowful song.
He is trying to get the dark blue moon
out of a clinched mouth.
Everyone has got their own version.
Why does feeling bad feel so good?
Itís not enjoying the pain of another.
Itís finding the community
of someone else who understands.

 

 

Steve Barfield, Tampa, Florida

 

 

   


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