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Concordia, Diana Mergiotti

The Messenger

No abstract provided.

On An Ostensibly Cold Winter's Night, Mai-Anh Tran

The Messenger

No abstract provided.

Tunes, Michael H. Brownstein

Bryant Literary Review

George walked the way he whistled. "That's just the way I walk," he said.

Thesis, Bryan Walpert

Bryant Literary Review

Consider the certain rhetoric of flatware.

The drawer's slots, the clean classification:

A Boy's Bike, Diane Lockward

Bryant Literary Review

One morning a bike appears in our driveway,

at the end where we can't not notice it,

Homecoming, Susan Clayton-Goldner

Bryant Literary Review

A father hangs small clothes in the trees

believing his dead son

will find them, dress up

Shipwreck Survivors March Along The Coastline, Timothy Martin

Bryant Literary Review

Three days, twelve days, a lifetime.

To starboard, the sea that didn't bury us.

Love American Style (Or How Pop Got His Green Card), Rosanna Armendariz

Bryant Literary Review

My pop, Nigel Pepper, came to the United States in 1971. He flew here illegally, using a network of bribes.

Goody-Goody, Robert Kaye

Bryant Literary Review

"Don't be such a goody-goody, Wilson." The voice arched over the heads of children and parents alike,

George Segal's The Butcher Shop, Stephen Gibson

Bryant Literary Review

Take a plaster body cast of a dumpy

butcher, set her across from a plaster customer

Shell, Sean Thomas Dougherty

Bryant Literary Review

For to forget him was to forget what was, which was, of course, she thought, a kind of beginning in itself, like an egg.

For My Mother Who Has Never Been To Cape Cod, Carla Panciera

Bryant Literary Review

Bayside, the water sluices in.

A clump of seaweed, frilled and green

Untitled, Kiki Denis

Bryant Literary Review

i always thought we melt in years but now i know

we melt in space

September Light, Connie Harrington

Bryant Literary Review

Switch off the lamp at the top of the stairway, as dusk calls you to the armchair at your window,

Aspects Of Kelly's Death, Ken Meisel

Bryant Literary Review

When the boy stopped breathing

it was because he'd lived one day

too long, anyhow.

Onions, Joseph Pipolo

Bryant Literary Review

I wonder how many more red onions will come out of your garden

now that you're dead.

Jacob, Bryan Walpert

Bryant Literary Review

And what will you do when your doubt

wakes you in the middle of the night--

Where I'M From, Robert Disario

Bryant Literary Review

I am from a 6 acre wood in Medford, NJ

where my father died when I was five,