Anna Keiko’s Painting in the Map of Contemporary Art

By: Rizal Tanjung

In the realm of contemporary visual art, Anna Keiko may not yet be a household name among the giants of the global art scene, but her work holds a narrative potential and visual expression that should not be underestimated. One of her notable pieces is a 50×60 cm painting that, at first glance, suggests gestural freedom and the power of color. Yet, behind that freedom lies structure, silent narrative, and deep cultural resonance.

The painting presents three compositional clusters—two vertical figures and one group in the lower right—composed of rough brushstrokes, contrasting colors, and strong textures. Dominated by black, red, yellow, and green, these form ambiguous figurative shadows: are they humans, masks, or cultural silhouettes?

This essay aims to unpack the work from various perspectives: the history of painting, relevant art movements, aesthetic theory, symbolic approaches, and the broader global context in which it resides.

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1. Gestural Aesthetics and the Legacy of Abstract Expressionism

If we trace the history, Keiko’s spontaneous, dynamic, and emotionally charged brushstrokes have strong roots in Abstract Expressionism. This movement emerged in post-WWII America, led by figures such as Jackson Pollock, Mark Rothko, and Willem de Kooning. They rejected representational forms in favor of gesture and abstraction as a means to express the soul and existential condition.

Anna Keiko, though living in a different era and cultural context, seems to inherit this spirit. Her use of impasto (thick paint application) invites a sensory perception of texture and depth, making the painting seem alive and in motion. In her hands, paint becomes more than a medium—it becomes a “body language” that speaks directly to the viewer’s senses and emotions.

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2. Figurative Ambiguity: Between Representation and Imagination

Unlike pure Abstract Expressionism, which often forgoes representation altogether, Keiko’s work offers shadowy but distinct silhouettes. We see “figures”—perhaps human, divine, or cultural icons—yet without clear detail. This situates her work within the spectrum of Neo-Expressionism, a movement that re-emerged in the 1980s as a critique of minimal and conceptual art.

Neo-Expressionism revived the human form in raw, expressive, and sometimes brutal ways. Keiko reflects this through a subtler, more contemplative approach. She doesn’t simply paint humans; rather, she suggests their presence through shadows and fragmented forms. As if inviting us to see humanity not through physical form, but through its traces and lingering energy.

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3. Color Symbolism and Visual Tension

The color palette Keiko employs is far from arbitrary. Black dominates as background and contour, red evokes emotional intensity, yellow brings light and vitality, while green resonates with nature. These hues are not smoothly blended but rather “clashed,” creating strong visual tension.

In expressionist color theory, each color carries an emotional and symbolic charge. Kandinsky, a pioneer of abstraction, once wrote that color is a “psychic instrument.” In this context, Keiko’s colors are not decorative, but symbolic—conveying an unspoken narrative beyond words.

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4. Eastern Touch: Zen, Emptiness, and the Meaning Within Silence

The name “Keiko” carries a Japanese nuance, and the minimalist tendencies in her composition suggest the influence of Eastern aesthetics. Traditional Chinese and Japanese ink painting, such as sumi-e, emphasizes the importance of emptiness, space, and brush movement as core aesthetic elements.

In Zen philosophy, perfection is found within imperfection. Keiko’s painting, with its rough, unfinished forms that seem to “pause mid-thought,” invites contemplation. It speaks through silence—eschewing literal narrative in favor of a personal, introspective experience. In this way, Keiko unites the duality of East and West: the expressive freedom of the West with the meditative depth of Zen visual tradition.

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5. Art as a Cross-Cultural Space

In an increasingly fluid global art landscape, works like Anna Keiko’s serve as vital cultural bridges. Her work does not align itself with a single tradition—not strictly Western, nor purely Eastern. Instead, it embodies the global artist of today—working across geographic, historical, and artistic boundaries.

Her painting demonstrates that art need not choose between abstraction and figuration, between the personal and the universal, or between emotion and concept. All can coexist within the same canvas, just as our world moves in ever-growing complexity.

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6. Positioning the Work within the Contemporary Art Map

In the midst of conceptual, digital, and interactive installation art, gestural painting like Keiko’s remains relevant. Arguably, it is becoming even more vital as a form of resistance to the sterile nature of digitization. The human touch, the brush’s trace, and visual irregularity become the “honesty” sought in an era of visual simulation.

Keiko’s painting stands as proof that “painting” is far from obsolete. It is not merely a traditional medium, but a transformative one—capable of fostering contemplation, self-expression, and cross-cultural reflection.

What may appear to be a modest-sized painting holds layers of thought and complex visual intensity. It stands as evidence that abstract art is not an escape from reality, but rather a quest for meaning beyond surface representation.

Within a single canvas, Anna Keiko invites us to explore art history, dive into inner depth, reflect on color symbolism, and ultimately—meet ourselves. She is not merely an artist who paints forms, but one who transforms visual experience into spiritual and cultural resonance.

West Sumatra, April 7, 2025

ZAPOMNIANY OBSYDIAN

Możemy zrezygnować
z mięsa.

Wtedy wyciekną płyny. 

Mięso zrezygnuje
z nas

Forgotten Obsidian

We have to give up

meat.

Then our bodily fluids will leak.

And our meat will give up

on us.

CIEPŁA KREW

Ciepła 
krew

uśmierca

zew 
krwi.

Warm-Blooded

Warm 

blood

kills 

for 

blood. 

MAHAJANA

Psy smakują lepiej 
od mahajany, 
dlatego bez sensu 
byłoby utrwalanie 
w sobie uporczywych, 
niskobiałkowych 

myśli zakonnych. 

A sierść i tak ściągnie 
z podłogi nasza filipińska 
służąca, żywiąca się 
promieniami słońca, 
deszczówką 
i zaklęciami trupów.

Mahāyāna Buddhism

Dog tastes better 

than the flesh of Buddhists;

therefore, it would make no sense

to nourish oneself with persistent,

yet low-protein monastic thoughts.

Besides, our servant will remove

the fur that thrives on the sunshine,

rainwater, and curses of the dead

anyways. 

ROZSĄDEK

Zabawa empatycznych ciał miękkich 
wchodzących głęboko/płytko w inne 
ciała miękkie, półmiękkie, 
zapowietrzone? 
Coś odgryzło mu palce. 

Ale to nie są moje utraty płynów. 
Ja posiadam nadal metalową 
protezę. 
Życie prywatne! 
Tylko życie prywatne się liczy…

Common Sense

Does playing empathetically with soft flesh—

pushing, pulsing deep then shallow

into soft and semi-soft flesh—

allow in air?

Something bit off my fingers.

But I haven’t lost a thing.

I still have a metal prosthetic

instead. This is my private life!

Only ones’ private life

truly matters. 

Alisher Navoi

The world of meaning 

Grandfathers wise

Mulki Ghazal sultanis

Co-owners of the word estate

Hamsalari elga doston 

There is in him a dishonest faith

The waqfia is also verbose

The waqv lands are a place for him

Religious deanery Nizami

Guests of Iraq too

Jami, Khisrav, Nizami

Mentors of the Nawab

Ganj-polish it took from Panj

Assessment of the Turkic language

Created works

 Inthe land for five centuries 

A shelf stored

For twelve thousand bytes 

Two bytes are reaching

Mir Alisher Memorial

Long live in our hearts

Ruboians will be iodine

To our sealed minds

Babur Mirza

Bowed head gone from his land

The crow of fate after Itardi

Andijoni left behind crying

The king who was going to gather

Figus, whose heart is broken by blood

Tears that would vibrate the arches

He was waiting to be hugged by an Afghan

It should have been the King Of The Indian

Jangu-accelerated became the ruler

Made India Elga ovvoza

In science became king Beth Dawson

Boburnoma Dey laid gate

He knew him as a lion of the world

Centuries came from old moans

Midabdi hijran in homesickness

Bitmabdi stinging bat

Here are the years gone Beaver’s yodi

We are in the hearts of youth mangu toabad

The Babur generation in the land of emergence

This Beaver will not be distant only

Rashidova Shahrizoda Zarshidovna was born on October 31, 2010, in the Xo’jakon neighborhood of Qorako’l district, Bukhara region. She is currently an 8th-grade student at School No. 20 in the district and actively participates in various competitions. Notably, she secured first place in the ‘Young Reader’ competition in 2022 and 2023. She is also the winner of contests such as ‘Poetry Recital,’ ‘I Can Do It All,’ ‘My Homeland in My Words and Tunes,’ ‘Wings of Inspiration,’ ‘The Scholar-2018,’ and ‘Zakovat (Brain Ring).’

Her poems and stories have been featured in several journals, including Kindness and Raven Cage, where she consistently contributes her creative works. She is the author of books titled The Magic of the Pen, The Mirror of Inspiration, and The First Flight of a Creator.

In addition, Shahrizoda is the coordinator of ‘Aspiration’ EVH in Qorako’l district and serves as the head of the Wekelet Community organization in Uzbekistan.

The Child Cherubim

I am the undersigned hereby, the earthly human child—behold;

Does it serve me right to be the begotten so-called?! 

Hearken, the plowshares plucking my seeds, 

I wonder, ain’t you mankind aware of my little needs?! 

Nothing might heal this world of roaming crows, 

Nothing can prospect throughout my eyebrows, 

Those perpetual whirls of the war tycoon, 

Belligerently inflict a curse of my ephemeral cacophony as soon, 

I swear in the name of whom my soul rest:

The child is the father of man—call it a jest! 

There is no spacious room for promising buds to sprout, 

We have to recline in our celestial abode— cherubim, with no doubt, 

Down to those legislations that numb their voices and deafen their ears, 

Ain’t we made of stone hearts that know no fears, 

We are the offspring of today and the filament bonfire of tomorrow;

Could you believe that hoax? Hard to describe thine sorrow, 

Verily, we deserve to populate this planet under the sun, 

A rare symbol of giving without asking, we are the one, 

Let-alone that kind of limbo we dwell, 

Ain’t we are created to be subjugated, I can’t tell! 

The Lord granted the globe with our bliss and glee, 

Now, we feel doomed as nothing, a flea, 

We are those Psalms, muses and angelic chants, 

We cannot withhold that human fettering rants, 

We are mongers of peace, love, playhood and serenity, 

Inside environs of snobbery and obscenity, 

Our plea for a world free from darkness loom, 

Will there be a day when aromatic roses bloom?! 

Our candles got dimmed with a helpless wick, 

Is it high time for humanity to save before the louder tick?!!!

A Man Who Will Complete You

I’m 38, while Evans is 24, church member, job hunting, irreligious, not too handsome. He came in contact with my phone number after we came for a youth program in church and we were linked together for a church assignment, an assignment that involved us holding the money that was contributed to buy baby items for a pregnant woman in our group. The assignment was successful and everyone went their way. But once in a while, Evans would view my WhatsApp status. Sometimes he would comment in the brotherly-churchy way when I updated my WhatsApp status. I also viewed his status once in a while, but in a way that was detached. During the period around the presidential election we talked about what was happening in Nigeria, how we were all hopeful that change was about to happen in Nigeria, and then our hopes were torn apart when the result of the presidential election was announced. Then one day I posted that I was hiring. I was looking for someone who could help me in my finishings shop. He was the first to reply, fifty two seconds after the post uploaded.

“Do you have any experience in finishings?”

“Yes, ma. I did it for my elder brother before I started school, but he wasn’t paying me then.”

“Okay,” I said. I gave him the address of my shop, and he said “Thank you ma.”

That was how Evans became my employee. From church brother to my employee. People were often careful about church brothers and sisters, especially when it came to business, but Evans was truthful about the things he said about himself. He was very effective in handling the finishing machines. I also loved the fact that he was not one of those church people who were always preaching to people, even while at work. I’ve had one of such people in the past. She kept inviting me to see her pastor and I kept refusing till she finally left when she became pregnant. Her husband asked her to stop working, to safeguard their unborn baby. Evans carried his religion lightly, and he was a great fresh air in my workplace.

Let me stop here and say a few things about my personal life. The truth is that I’ve gone through a lot in the hands of men. In Nigeria we say Men are scum, but I don’t like using the word Scum. Not that the saying is untrue. I just don’t like the word.

When I was 25, I gathered my money and gave my boyfriend to support his business, but he ended up marrying another girl. I shrank and then allowed myself to spring back to life again. After that I’ve gone through many relationships that kept failing, but for four years, I decided to stay on my own. My sisters are all married, and everyone wonders what is wrong with me. Because I’m single, some of them call me on phone asking me to help them with one thing or the other, especially the ones who now have kids. The unspoken words are these: Because you are still single, can you please support us to raise our children while you wait for yours to come?  But of course those words were never spoken out loud. They are often caged in “My children no longer have clothes o. I just hope that someone will help me out. My husband is trying, but you know men nau. They expect you to do some certain things.” Or they would say, “The children have been asking about you. You know school is about to open. They will need new exercise books.”

Sometimes I would send some money to my sisters, other times I would say that things were hard. “You know everywhere is hard in this Buhari’s regime.” And it was true. Things were hard. Buhari’s regime really dealt with my finances.

It’s been four years of staying on my own. My parents are both dead and so nobody is recommending one pastor or the other who would deliver me from the bondage of spinsterhood. This was particularly the assignment my mother kept doing until she died five years ago. I was 33 when she died. We had visited many prophets and pastors, sowed seeds of money, fasted together, so that God would give me a husband. But my good mother is now dead, and apart from attending the Sunday services of my local church, I have not gone to see any other pastor or prophet for prayers. I sincerely understood my mother’s concern about me, and sometimes I still think about her, how she would often drive our conversations towards marriage, husbands and powerful pastors. She was always on the lookout for any pastor that people say could perform miracles.

It’s been four years of being single. I kept pushing the men away who kept coming to suck from me. You would always know those kind of men. They kept coming, feeling entitled as though I should pamper them for their willingness to save me from my horrible spinsterhood. I’m still surprised about the fact that there are many jobless men in Aba looking for women who would take care of them. This is what my spinsterhood has opened my eyes to see: many jobless men who have no direction in their lives. I’m surprised because looking at them from afar, you would think they are sane and responsible. When they come close to you, that is when you would discover that they are vagabonds in good clothes.

Until Evans came to work for me. The last person who worked for me was a girl. She was 19, and she left to attend school after she got admission from Imo State University. That was why I started looking for a new worker, someone who would be efficient and fast with the finishing machines.

Evans was good, respectful, and funny. He often philosophized about life, and he was a keen follower of Nnamdi Kanu, the freedom fighter. He had worked for four months before I asked him to work overtime; I would pay him for the overtime. He agreed. After we were done with the work, late in the night, he said he would go home with me. “Won’t your parents get angry?” I asked.

“I’ve told them already. They said okay.”

I have heard of women in their late thirties or forties having sexual affairs with younger men, but I had never thought it was a rational thing to do, never thought it was something I myself was capable of doing, for whatever reason. Our bodies will always vent out what it had suppressed for a long time. Evans was also starved of affection. Both of us being in the same room that night, our flesh drew the attention of each other until they explored each other in intimacy. It happened after we have had something to eat. After some seconds, Evans leaned over and started to kiss me. It was unexpected, it was rousing, it was sweet. And I was human.

.

Evans would continue to work for me for the next one year, but I never allowed him to come to my house again. He left after a year to seek for a better paying job. He told me he was leaving, that he got a job in Umuahia, and I gave him some extra money, in addition to his salary. He was one of the most loyal people I’ve ever worked with. He was also very friendly with my customers.

I’m still friends with Evans. At least on WhatsApp. We never talked about what happened that night. We both knew why it happened. And there was no need to talk about it. On my birthday shortly after he left, he sent me a message:

 Happy birthday to you ma. You are one of the kindest people I ever met. You see people for who they are, and you have a free spirit. I pray that God will send you a man that will complete you and cherish you just as you deserve.

Much love from Evans.

So Evans is just my friend now. Not my employee anymore.

Isaac Aju is a Nigerian storyteller whose works have appeared in both UK and US literary journals and publications including Poetry X Hunger, Penned In Rage Journal, Writers’ Journal – Live And Learn. His historical poems on Biafra will be published by Flapper Press at the end of the month. He lives in Nigeria where he works as a fashion designer, designing and making clothes for men.

Improving speaking skills through using role-play games

                          Olimova Shahina Botirjon qizi

                Student of  Uzbekistan State World Languages University

Abstract: As Globalization is changing rapidly; English is becoming the primary international communicative language across the world. Therefore, responding to students’ needs about improving oral skills in English can be effectively achieved through role-playing games. This article investigates the effectiveness of using innovative approaches and engaging games in teaching and provides useful methods and implementations for developing speaking skills.

Key words: communication, games, role-plays, effective methods.

Introduction: English is a language. mainly used by people to communicate with each other to make relationships, so English is a crucial bridge that connects people with other nations. Speaking is the most productive skill that requires doing. practices continuously, as compared to other parts. However, there are some problems that students face frequently, and teachers need to help them to alleviate challenges. Firstly, many students feel nervous or self-conscious. when they speak, especially in front of their peers and teachers.

Secondly, a restricted vocabulary can make it more challenging to express their opinion. clearly; it leads to hesitation and frustration while speaking. Thirdly, Students may struggle with pronouncing words, which can mainly affect their clarity and make it difficult for others to understand them. Additionally, one of the biggest problems that make it difficult for students to speak is that They usually may not have enough opportunity to practice speaking in a suitable environment due to limited classroom activities.

Problems that are counted above are divided into two main parts: internal and external factors. Internal factors consist of motivation, confidence, and background knowledge, while external factors involve teacher interaction, class environment, and interactive methods.

For solving these problems, role-play can be effective. teaching technique that can enhance students’ communication ability for several reasons.

1. Role play emphasizes students’ participation. This game engages students to play different kinds of characters and encourages them to simulate real-life situations where students can practice speaking skills in comfortable atmosphere. It helps them to become more comfortable with various conversations. and varied interactions.

2. Engaging in role play allows students to practice without fear of judgment. As they become more familiar with speaking in various roles, their confidence grows; consequently, it leads to improvement in fluency.

3. Students use different vocabularies that are related. to specific topics. and scenes that aid retention and help them understand how to use vocabulary and grammar appropriately in different situations.

4. Role play encourages students to think critically. and boost their fluency. In role plays, students must think on their feet. which can contribute to enhancing their ability to formulate thoughts quickly and articulate them clearly.

5. Working with classmates during play exercises boosts not only their teamwork skills but also their collaborative communication ability as they negotiate roles and scenarios together.

Research and discussion:

This research was conducted in the classroom. For observation, fifth-grade students were selected, consisting of 18 students. It is intended to improve their speaking. ability through role-playing games. The study was conducted over eight weeks.

Week 1: Participants took a pre-test to assess their speaking proficiency. Teachers introduced role-play activities that involved daily basic conversations such as ordering food in a restaurant, buying vegetables, and fruits from supermarkets. It was not too complicated and challenging; that can easily engage groups in traditional speaking exercises.

Week 2-7: The experimental group participated in weekly role-play scenes. Each session focused on different types of topics, and students were able to rotate their roles; consequently, they ensured a diverse set of speaking opportunities. They tried to speak without learning sentences by heart.

Week 8: At the end of the 8 weeks, students took a speaking exam to compare their results with pre-tests. It was exactly shown that there were significant increases in their speaking proficiency scores. When teachers got a speaking test from students; they were able to see great improvement in not only their grammatical and lexical resources, but also in their fluency. During the conversation, 80 percent of students used complex structures and complicated vocabularies about specific topics, and they expressed their opinion without hesitation and interruptions. Additionally, students had a more positive attitude. towards speaking in English and saw greater confidence in their speaking ability.

Conclusion:

Impact of teaching speaking Skills through role play help students to increase their ability to speak. It was shown from the research that through simulating real-life scenarios, participants will be able to practice language skills in supportive and engaging atmosphere. Additionally, during the play, the students learn to be fluent and continue their speech without interruption. After the research, it was clearly shown that the student’s interest in the English language has increased and Also, they learned how to communicate with native speakers.

References:

1. Harris, D. P. (1997). Testing English as a Second Language.” Bombay: MC Graw-Hill Publishing Company Ltd.
2. Harmer, J. (2007). “The practice of English language teaching’’ Pearson Longman
3. Thornbury, S. (2005). “How to teach Speaking.’’ Pearson Longman.
4. Tudor, I. (2001). “The dynamics of the language classroom.” Cambridge University Press.

 



Calliope’s Windfall Cadralor

 

I.          Autumn Amity 

 

Nonpolar effect

hydrophobic leaves

aggregate water droplets 

may hydrogen bonds join

us in molecule cages.

 
II.       Goslings

 

Noontime disruption

thundershowers high above

goose and gander honk

once we danced in spring rains

mimicked nature’s celebrants.

 

III.    Hades’ Decan

 

Sizzling zodiac

liquid smoke spareribs

third March decan caution

we share Pisces confidence

tap psychic propensities.

 

IV.    Worm Moon in Libra

 

Loving being loved

full moon eclipse in Libra

balanced relationships

I recall picnics, plucking

fresh flowers, crushing on girls. 

 

V.        Cathedral

 

Gargoyle waterspouts

downpours fill granite gutters

cleanse Notre-Dame steps

may our ile de la cité

stroll recapture memories.

 

 

Matching Tattoos

 

Vera woke early today but not alone

last night she’d hammered her way

bar to bar, allowing men & women

to ply her with drinks, twerk & grind

across low lit dancefloors before taking

her leave & exploring other haunts.

 

I should know; she picked me up

& we spent the night carousing—

a bevy of mixologists alleged 

 

We hooked up on midnight’s backside

when starshine casts cosmic freckles

upon damp pavement & sunrise heralds

fill ebon streets with song; I remember lifting

her inside a taxi, squinting open bloodshot eyes

simultaneously at dawn; confused yet unruffled.

 

Vera showered in her slip, dressed in an Uber

sipped java as we drove club to club retracing after hour

footsteps to likely saloons, 24-hour cafés & her parked car.


We discovered her sedan at the Ink Masters Tats

chrome hubcaps stripped, tires intact, radio blaring;

she dropped me off out General Electric, my faux

employer, listened to graveyard peacocks cry & scold

like babies from Oakhill Cemetery across the street as we

exchanged phone numbers neither of us intended to dial.


 
 

Arc de Triomphe Pilgrims

 

High school voyagers,

premarital couples,

& collage dropouts backpack

through Normandy fields,

nibble on exotic cheese

sample cuisine, contemplating

a side trip to the Aquitaine

in search of Limousin beef,

duck foie gras, rich, red Bordeaux

wine & a chance to explore

historical landscapes

from the French Alps

to the Pyrenees always atop

Charlemagne’s shoulders

each day celebrated

like St. Crispin’s feast,

Agincourt groupies,

rambling towards Paris

trekking like bicyclists

across the Champs-Élysées.


 
 

Wistful Entreaties

 

Take me back to cherry tree orchards blossoming 

throughout Santa Clara Valley in the 1960’s,

a time inspired before birthing Silicon Valley 

replaced fertile fields and fruit bearing groves with glass, 

steel, cement, tar, high technology, and computer chips.

 

Free me from yesteryear’s idealized social diaspora

perceived through a senior citizen’s vantage point;

mindful of lessons learned, responsibility accepted,

swing wide youthful curiosity, advancement’s doorway,

acclaim achievements true, own up to virtue questionable.

 

Help me ignore shadows, recalling bad decisions,

regretting dump yard expeditions, adding rubbish to landfill—

future housing track foundations—major source 

of toxins, leachate and greenhouse gases, tolerating

Eichler’s radiant heating, San Jose’s mounting smog.

 

Let me recall small budget pleasures frequenting

drive-in movie theaters dotting the valley’s 

agricultural perimeter, where Steven’s Creek Blvd 

gave rancher’s a thoroughfare and the Winchester

Mystery House marked the edge of town.

 

Grant me childhood bliss hiking amid Alum Rock hills,

searching for treasure filled caves—Joaquin Murrieta’s haunts—

or exploring abandoned shafts inside the condemned

New Almaden quicksilver mines, oblivious

to dangerous rotting timbers and poisonous cinnabar ore.

 

Permit me quaint mind expansion…just limit my high to Geritol 

enhancement; shorten day long treks through San Jose

to mailbox journeys, and venerate fingertip entertainment

as a respectable alternative to clubbing it, theatre premiers,

lowriding kicks, or Mount Umunhum trysts in parked cars.



 

“O’zapft is!”

(“It is tapped!”)

 

Löwenbräu flows, Oktoberfest

beer steins raise, village voices shout, “Proust!”

celebrant couples dress in Bavarian garb

from Lederhosen to dirndls, flap arms

like chickens, and twist ageless bodies

to brass bands playing oom-pah-pah music

drifting beer tent to beer tent sampling

warm pretzels dipped in mustard,

savoring smoked brätwurst, sauerkraut,

and käsespätzle, sharing gingerbread hearts,

inhaling apple strudel, basking in camaraderie,

concluding with a horserace recollecting—

honoring—Crown Prince Ludwig and Princess

Theresa of Saxony-Hildburghausen nuptials.

 

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Sterling Warner’s Brief Biography

An award-winning author, poet, and former Evergreen Valley College English Professor, Sterling Warner’s works have appeared many literary magazines, journals, and anthologies including  Lothlórien Poetry Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Synchronized Chaos, and Sparks of Calliope. Warner’s collections of poetry/fiction include Rags and Feathers, Without Wheels, ShadowCat, Edges, Memento Mori: A Chapbook Redux, Serpent’s Tooth, Flytraps, Cracks of Light: Pandemic Poetry & Fiction 2019-2022, Halcyon Days: Collected Fibonacci, Abraxas: Poems (2024), and Masques: Flash Fiction & Short Stories. Presently, Warner writes, hosts/participates in “virtual” poetry readings, turns wood, and enjoys retirement in Washington. 

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Sterling Warner’s Author Website

https://www.amazon.com/author/amazon.com_sterling.warner