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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
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
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:
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
Everyone, Barry Ballard
Everyone, Barry Ballard
Bryant Literary Review
Everyone is born. Everyone grows, wonders,
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.
Study/Statues, Leonard Gontarek
Study/Statues, Leonard Gontarek
Bryant Literary Review
Philadelphia slips its branches
through the dusk. The statues flake off.
May Day, Ken Mccullough
May Day, Ken Mccullough
Bryant Literary Review
It happens when I feel myself
turning into a cottonwood
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
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
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."
Homage To The Furies, Sean Padraic Mccarthy
Homage To The Furies, Sean Padraic Mccarthy
Bryant Literary Review
They were putting in pipes for sewerage.
Fat, Jeffrey David Peckham
Fat, Jeffrey David Peckham
Bryant Literary Review
Arlene and Pappy spill out at the usual booth.
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
Lessons, Ronald Thorpe
Lessons, Ronald Thorpe
Bryant Literary Review
I cannot remember
a day when I did not think
about dying.
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 Tuesday, Rosalynde Vas Dias
Fat Tuesday, Rosalynde Vas Dias
Bryant Literary Review
tonight
Jesus is in New Orleans
warm with good red wine
"Tiny, Delicate Fishbones...", Peggy Lin Duthie
"Tiny, Delicate Fishbones...", Peggy Lin Duthie
Bryant Literary Review
Some January days, every scrap of sky
sparkles needle-sharp blue and clean
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.
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.
Frog Legs, Robert Samarotto
Frog Legs, Robert Samarotto
Bryant Literary Review
They lie on my plate
like dismembered Barbie Dolls.
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
Look What Happened To Me, Bayard
Look What Happened To Me, Bayard
Bryant Literary Review
Twilight in the window is all I remember.
Swell, Gary Maggio