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The Snow Moon, Rebecca Lilly
The Snow Moon, Rebecca Lilly
Bryant Literary Review
A full moon sheared the tip of a pine. Lying in bed, a woodsman and
his wife saw it one December night. "Something must be done," said
his wife. "I know it's a sign."
Sampling, Lindsay Marks
Raindrops In The Afternoon, Erin Clipner
Ohio Fall, Becky Gross
When Walking, Mary Beth Baustian
In The Line Of Duty, Adam Drent
Eulogy, Josh Wallace
"Leaving Lincoln Avenue", Melissa Minetola
Workout, Dave Evans
Workout, Dave Evans
Bryant Literary Review
From my lofty indoor bike seat,
facing a bay window, I see a real fly
caught in a metaphorical Lake Michigan
The Hospital Ships, Carmine Sarracino
The Hospital Ships, Carmine Sarracino
Bryant Literary Review
They might have freighted dry goods--
blouses and trousers, spools of bright
gingham-- from ports to upriver towns.
It's Simple, Tim Bellows
It's Simple, Tim Bellows
Bryant Literary Review
Sunday after a short stack
of blueberry pancakes, half a cup
of ginger-and-cream tea,
The Reverend Henry Evers Has Been Conducting A Lot Of Funerals Lately., Michael Scott Cain
The Reverend Henry Evers Has Been Conducting A Lot Of Funerals Lately., Michael Scott Cain
Bryant Literary Review
The old men are quietly dying.
Each day fewer go to the park
or the Paradise Tavern. The aisles
of the malls are less crowded.
Dawn Camping, Steven Proulx
Dawn Camping, Steven Proulx
Bryant Literary Review
Night slithers off into the horizon
a canvas of ancient pastels in its wake
air is virgin
ground marks no tread
Written On Water, David Thornbrugh
Written On Water, David Thornbrugh
Bryant Literary Review
The man whose smile is a whetstone
excels at kissing knives.
What does the sliced throat say
to the knife that kisses it?
The Widow Of War, Jon Mccolgan
The Widow Of War, Jon Mccolgan
Bryant Literary Review
Before allure began to pour
out of her sore onto the floor
she stored the door to her heart's core
beneath the boards of her store's floor.
The Red Chiffon, J.T. Ledbetter
The Red Chiffon, J.T. Ledbetter
Bryant Literary Review
Sleep wouldn't come, and the valium did nothing,
so he looked through the window at the man next door watching television,
his wife gone to bed after changing him.
Then he closed his eyes and listened to cars racing on Market
come back slower, looking for girls.
After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible To The Naked Eye, Charles Rafferty
After Hearing There Are Only 7,000 Stars Visible To The Naked Eye, Charles Rafferty
Bryant Literary Review
With its better eyes, does the housecat
cry beneath the majesty
of 70,000 stars?
The First Seven Pregnant Women I Knew, Jim Daniels
The First Seven Pregnant Women I Knew, Jim Daniels
Bryant Literary Review
were teenagers. Some kept the baby. Entered
the desert of marriage, their childhoods
mirages wavering on whispered streets.
The Plan, Mike Collins
Block, Christie Bailey