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Everyone, Barry Ballard
Everyone, Barry Ballard
Bryant Literary Review
Everyone is born. Everyone grows, wonders,
North Korea Threatens To End Talks, Test Missile, Ace Boggess
North Korea Threatens To End Talks, Test Missile, Ace Boggess
Bryant Literary Review
Westerners point fingers;
Japanese wave their arms
Study/Statues, Leonard Gontarek
Study/Statues, Leonard Gontarek
Bryant Literary Review
Philadelphia slips its branches
through the dusk. The statues flake off.
Study/Leaves, Leonard Gontarek
Study/Leaves, Leonard Gontarek
Bryant Literary Review
I once understood it.
It was something you scraped off.
In A November Woods, David James
Alterations And Repairs, Sue Repko
Alterations And Repairs, Sue Repko
Bryant Literary Review
The sign at the entrance to the municipal building said, "Wipe mud from shoes before entering."
The Mad Girl Can't Bear Change, Lyn Lifshin
The Mad Girl Can't Bear Change, Lyn Lifshin
Bryant Literary Review
In a year where
that's all there is.
Swell, Gary Maggio
May Day, Ken Mccullough
May Day, Ken Mccullough
Bryant Literary Review
It happens when I feel myself
turning into a cottonwood
The Secret Agent Held Over At O'Hare, Bill Sweeney
The Secret Agent Held Over At O'Hare, Bill Sweeney
Bryant Literary Review
It was nice to see Chicago
on the way to Santiago
On The Horizon, Bill Sweeney
On The Horizon, Bill Sweeney
Bryant Literary Review
Girls measure their shadows across a tiny courtyard;
above, telephone lines, aerials, antenna
The Gerbils, Rustin Larson
The Gerbils, Rustin Larson
Bryant Literary Review
Happily busy in the middle of the night
Destroying their cardboard tube. To sleep
Nighthawk Falls, Dusk The Opalescent River, Adirondacks, Richard Bentley
Nighthawk Falls, Dusk The Opalescent River, Adirondacks, Richard Bentley
Bryant Literary Review
Just before he awoke, Netherwood, the art historian, was mixing on his palette with a number five brush a shade of mauve whose color symbolized both complexity and distance.
The Middle Years, Walt Mcdonald
The Middle Years, Walt Mcdonald
Bryant Literary Review
Planning a family, we thought heaven would be
four collie pups, two acres without a fence
Kathleen Mary Mccarthy, Jason Starbuck
Kathleen Mary Mccarthy, Jason Starbuck
Bryant Literary Review
chrysanthemums carnations red roses babies breath
mahogany casket golden lattice work dustless satin pillow etchings
Fat, Jeffrey David Peckham
Fat, Jeffrey David Peckham
Bryant Literary Review
Arlene and Pappy spill out at the usual booth.
Walking Home From The Cemetery, Peggy Lin Duthie
Walking Home From The Cemetery, Peggy Lin Duthie
Bryant Literary Review
I dreamed that corpses did not rot
but recomposed, chose new disguise:
The Letter Carrier, Ronald Thorpe
The Letter Carrier, Ronald Thorpe
Bryant Literary Review
Who understood him? Not his brothers.
His father's love had been drained away
Lessons, Ronald Thorpe
Lessons, Ronald Thorpe
Bryant Literary Review
I cannot remember
a day when I did not think
about dying.
The Nazi, Baron Wormser
The Nazi, Baron Wormser
Bryant Literary Review
I can't remember who played the Nazi
But his face thrummed like glass in summer sun.
School Spirit, J. Tarwood
School Spirit, J. Tarwood
Bryant Literary Review
Has anybody here ever cheered
A high school quarterback
Judging, Gordon Graves
Judging, Gordon Graves
Bryant Literary Review
Old Dance Cameron looked over the rude plywood and the 2x4 structure that held the floral exhibits.
Fat Tuesday, Rosalynde Vas Dias
Fat Tuesday, Rosalynde Vas Dias
Bryant Literary Review
tonight
Jesus is in New Orleans
warm with good red wine
Selling To The Goyim, J. Weintraub
Selling To The Goyim, J. Weintraub
Bryant Literary Review
It is my firm belief that the blood of generations of salesmen flows through my veins and that, at least on my father's side, peddlers, pitchmen, hucksters, drummers, horsetraders, and merchant princes have been in my family since the days of Solomon.
Tremors, David Jauss
Tremors, David Jauss
Bryant Literary Review
The night I heard you have Parkinson's
I dreamed I was walking through the meadow
Flush, David Jauss
Flush, David Jauss
Bryant Literary Review
My father didn't throw the hammer at me,
just toward me. I told myself it didn't hurt