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A Wake, Carol Harada

Bryant Literary Review

It's good to see the body, to know the difference. This bruised shell, with the jaw wanting to flap open, is not she.

Where The Grass Is Greener, Paul Sohar

Bryant Literary Review

Although very little of the late April sunshine actually wedged itself down to the pavement, the narrow streets of lower Manhattan

Yard Sale, John Streamas

Bryant Literary Review

I need to say right off that I am, as you can plainly see, a white man, and I'm not either proud or ashamed of that fact,

The Madness Of Ida Mae, Christine Bagley

Bryant Literary Review

I stood in line at Stop & Shop in my Liz Taylor wig and a tight yellow pantsuit that pulled across my fanny like an ace bandage.

Luke's Dad, Cari Oleskewicz

Bryant Literary Review

Ellen needs a drink, and wants to slap her sister for suggesting a fountain soda at the food court.

Foxley's Progress, Michael Washburn

Bryant Literary Review

August 20, 2014

Dear Lance,

This letter has come with no return address.

Robert Howard, Richard Spilman

Bryant Literary Review

Robert Howard

Robert Fucking Howard.

Wallace Robert to be exact.