Open Access. Powered by Scholars. Published by Universities.®
- Keyword
Articles 1 - 30 of 41
Full-Text Articles in Entire DC Network
Papa, Scott Walmsley
Papa, Scott Walmsley
Bryant Literary Review
His crow's feet walked a thousand miles
His dark bags carried all his treasures.
Hoodoo, T. M. (Michael) Bemis
Hoodoo, T. M. (Michael) Bemis
Bryant Literary Review
I grew up in a small town about fifty miles north of New York City called Briarwood.
The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey
The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey
Bryant Literary Review
reminds me of the porcupine
reared by a manatee, the raven
Interruption, Keith Alexander
Interruption, Keith Alexander
Bryant Literary Review
A cow in the meat yard opened its mouth
and out poured the voice of Bessie Smith.
The Ashland Bump, Dan Sieg
The Ashland Bump, Dan Sieg
Bryant Literary Review
There was a quick rise and dip
in Ashland Street,
I never cared much why.
Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf
Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf
Bryant Literary Review
Next time you walk by my bedroom
in your hulk of spectral dust
with a gust of Thor and thunder, stop
John 3:10010000110, John Supinski
John 3:10010000110, John Supinski
Bryant Literary Review
Welcome to the kingdom of the Immortal
Where races are run barefoot
Leonard Cohen Sings All Night, John Tustin
Leonard Cohen Sings All Night, John Tustin
Bryant Literary Review
Leonard Cohen sings all night
on my miserable wet black drive
Horses, Gladys Goldberg
Horses, Gladys Goldberg
Bryant Literary Review
The sorrel who eats carrots
from my hand
A drift of gold in his thick mane,
The Passenger Seat, Madeline Wise
The Passenger Seat, Madeline Wise
Bryant Literary Review
Rudy called his ex-wife from a dealership in San Francisco and blurted out, "I've got it, Mimi, and it's all mine!
Small Fires, Keith Alexander
Small Fires, Keith Alexander
Bryant Literary Review
Ryszard turns in a clearing
with a finger to his lips.
It is fall, dead fall, ssssh,
Why I Cannot Love Picasso, Devon Miller-Duggan
Why I Cannot Love Picasso, Devon Miller-Duggan
Bryant Literary Review
Sure, he gets that everything is broken
And still charged with lusts.
Pulse, Nathan Alling Long
Pulse, Nathan Alling Long
Bryant Literary Review
Dad stopped the car on the hill above school and put it in park.
Childhood Nightmare, Buff Whitman-Bradley
Childhood Nightmare, Buff Whitman-Bradley
Bryant Literary Review
In the recurring dream I had as a child
I stood on a small platform
Memo To Mean Girls Everywhere, Nancy Craven
Memo To Mean Girls Everywhere, Nancy Craven
Bryant Literary Review
After you sign-on to U-Stream, and watch the backs of classmates whose fronts you no longer recognize
Gospel, Brady Rhoades
Gospel, Brady Rhoades
Bryant Literary Review
On French Hill, night falls and you sit on the slope
in your shanty clothes,
Bingo, Seth Benton
Bingo, Seth Benton
Bryant Literary Review
Mosquitoes spatter the wall
beside us as the sweet rot
smell of marsh at low tide
The Name, John Grey
The Name, John Grey
Bryant Literary Review
There should be a name for people
who sit on a rock for hours
Passio #008, George Gott
Passio #008, George Gott
Bryant Literary Review
If we know
what we ought to know
we join hands with the mighty world
Poison Pie, Jeannie Galeazzi
Poison Pie, Jeannie Galeazzi
Bryant Literary Review
What I'd done wasn't exactly a crime. The "Help Wanted" sign I'd spotted just this morning was gone,
Nights When Father Jived With Demon Rum, Madelyn Garner
Nights When Father Jived With Demon Rum, Madelyn Garner
Bryant Literary Review
Dogs yelped. Mother spat blood. Which explains
the slamming of doors, clawing through back room windows,
The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson
The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson
Bryant Literary Review
The mouth opens like a dumpster lid
and, trained to toss, we all comply,
Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb
Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb
Bryant Literary Review
Piece by piece, the china slips from soapy hands.
Friends drop the crystal wine-glasses;
Waiting For The Sun, Nina Bennett
Waiting For The Sun, Nina Bennett
Bryant Literary Review
Venice Beach is smaller than I imagined,
not large enough to hold its history
Robots, Joseph Scott (J.S.) Kierland
Robots, Joseph Scott (J.S.) Kierland
Bryant Literary Review
The Major drove north along 95 into the oncoming darkness. The sun hung low over the desert behind him,
The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung
The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung
Bryant Literary Review
Of course they took your iPod,
those fabulously large sunglasses,
A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse
A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse
Bryant Literary Review
It's cold
but I stay
standing in the road