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Only Touch Is Impossible, So We Touch, John Sibley Williams

Bryant Literary Review

Silence enters us.

These once familiar faces go strange

over time.

The Bush Burned With Fire And The Bush Was Not Consumed, Peter Munro

Bryant Literary Review

Skin draws gaunt to his skull, deflating

jowls he has borne across eight decades.

The Help, J. Tarwood

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In the morning, the radio

praises God while the maid

cracks eggs.

God And God's, Sandy Weisman

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God ran our house, decided what

we could or could not do.

Learning From Her, Emily Madapusi Pera

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A lot you could learn from her,

you thought.

Dog Whistle, Tina Cane

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It begins with a tweet the bird kind in which a friend of mine

deems the hummingbird her spirit animal delicate engine

Copy Cat Music, John Krumberger

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I never asked his name

-no suitable pause between the torrent

of New York accented syllables that flowed

Night Shadows, Jimmie Pennington

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Night shadows

lie on empty walls

like the silhouettes

of yesterday's dreams

Chicago - 1966, Michael Walls

Bryant Literary Review

I remember you well. Sidewalks were slush,

snow piled along the edges.

Mastery, Ken Victor

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And the experience of the failed

work is a prod to practice: think of

Is It Alice, Amy Or Anne?, George Longenecker

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Huddled with four other nameless people,

who sleep on cardboard and blankets,

in the entry of a garage alcove,

Saudade, Lisa Russo

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Now that you're gone, you've left me longing.

I smile softly because you were here

Constructing Border Quilts, Martha Brenckle

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looking for justice with thread, pins, needle

and scissors, cutting shirts and dungarees abandoned

Fortress*, . Yvonne

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Not a single ceiling or window fan

In our stifling apartment on the top floor.

Object Permanence, Jacob Nelson

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When the sheet is pulled over

your father's face is still there,

his mustache, too, for you to tug.

Living Dolls, Andrena Zawinski

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A living doll, everywhere you look.

It can sew, it can cook,

It can talk, talk, talk. Sylvia Plath

As a little girl, I never wanted any creepy

The Wandering Buddha, Cate Gable

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for chef Jimella Lucas

Entering the Bardo or another set

of bones, you cannot know

we mourn your knife skills,

The Book Of Bad Faith, Noel Sloboda

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Back when Mom first swore

Dad rated an entire chapter

Another Gen-X Icon Dead, Ace Boggess

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Why are we the waning crowd,

grayest cloud, shattered vase

that once held crocuses & hope?

Outsider's Shovel, Mark Taksa

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An insider promises smoke will never

pollute the flag.

Lachrimae, Allen Strous

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The man whose tears are often,

out of nowhere

the open-up

breakdown,

Tiny Bills, Susan Johnson

Bryant Literary Review

Mist nets catch the fall migration,

catch my hands numb and slow as

Monkey Time, Eric Greinke

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Communication devices destroy communication.

Text messages erode the language,

Vaya Con Dios, Russ Allison Loar

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I could kill you with this little finger,

He says,

Jutting the scabrous thing out into the shivering night,

Pointed menacingly toward the enemy

When Fall Arrives, David James

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Fall in four days and another year

winds down to a grinding stop.

The apples ripen in the sun

while the serrano peppers implode.

All I Know About Pool, Charles Harper Webb

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Winning depends on the right numbers and hues.

If White rolls in a hole, like a dog, you scratch.

If This Man, Matthew Spireng

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If this man with hairy ears, ears
sprouting--not like an old man,

It Wasn't In The Cards, Sarah Brown Weitzman

Bryant Literary Review

"I'm in", I announced and sat down
to play the cards I'd be dealt.

Right Now At This Moment As We Speak, Tom Chandler

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Two humpback whales
are breaching eight miles
off the coast of Venezuela

What's Going On, Ruth Holzer

Bryant Literary Review

I'm making my way through the stormy night,
a long road back, after I've left Father