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The Charleston Church Massacre, David Dragone

Bryant Literary Review

The reporter with perfect hair and perfect teeth

asked Mrs. Tragedy how she felt

now that her innocent son had been gunned down in church.

Omaha Beach, Jon Malchiodi

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My only friend Bill sits beside me.

He smells like booze and is burning,

Funky Fresh, Ryan Girard

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Warm lights flash

Scuffs of roller skates litter the dance floor

Laundry, Will Walker

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It's what separates us from the beasts.

Plato did not say I only wear

the idea of laundry;

A Fifth Of Old Crow, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Feathers black as an undertaker's wingtips,

he struts resplendent with a monocle and a walking stick

Monastery, Marc Harshman

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Inside the cloistered quiet the men dug vegetables

and listened for God

The Man Who Will Perform My Colonoscopy, Charles Harper Webb

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As I slouch in the shower, drained by fear

and laxatives, does he look forward to a day

Older Brother, Thomas A. West, Jr.

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As a child I wondered

what the lobster saw in the last second

before it flopped twisting into boiling

A Litany For Tender Mercies And Tougher Meats, Sean Gill

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"Reebs, chicken, poke chop, slice beef, chop beef, turkey laig, links, baked pohtatah, boot ann, bolo,

Bravo, Lisa Starr

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And when, at last,

September rolls around again,

there is a wild flurry among the leaves

Elegy For Galway Kinnell, David O'Connell

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November, the first snowfall, a confectionary sugar,

is turning now to sleet, the evening's tempo quickening

This Man's Life, Brian Daldorph

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If only for a short time

a man has all that he wants:

John, Paul, George And Me, Brian Daldorph

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I was the Beatles' first drummer,

played the first gig at The Cavern

The Acid God & The Anti-Dad, Saint James Harris Wood

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With his dirty blond grown-out Beatles haircut, secondhand Hawaiian silk shirts and second-rate flip-flops

Whistler's Mother, Lisa Starr

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"Why I are you whistling?" I ask.

Have I been? He replies.

Is it annoying?

Library Of The Lost, Howard R. Wolf

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He had spent years paying attention to his elders, and now he was one.

With Birds Flying Below Her, Patricia O'Donnell

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Where Muriel wants to be is sitting on a terrace, one on a mountain with a view of the ocean.

Message Status, David Shrauger

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Sam awoke with a smile, just like he did every day.

He brushed his teeth with a smile,

Fly With Me, Meagan Pessolano

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I drink to our love tonight

Cheers to all the lovers across the seas

Trap, Susan Johnson

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A loud snap, a mouse half-trapped

one leg caught, one free, still leaping

Nothing, Nathan Rivas

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It's all I have to offer.

Not a penny for the man

shaking his cup,

You Could Die Laughing (For Sarah Purnell And Especially For Anne), Don Fisher

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I told a co-worker about a mutual friend dying.

She thumbed away one tear.

Laundromat, Sheila Golburgh Johnson

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Out of the washer

endlessly swirling,

damp and wrinkled

and knotted from harsh

Precipitate, Erin Redfern

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He had it in the bag.

He could have drawn

the string.

Love Match, Ann Robinson

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Beast with cufflinks and condoms,

studmuffin with biceps a woman could climb,

The Higher Faith, Elton Glaser

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New Orleans, August 2005

When the floodwaters licked at our ankles

And wind prowled around the house,

Oh My Brother, Katie Koumarianos

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The rifle stands wedged into the ground

between standard issue combat boots

Into The Storm, Tatianna Williams

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Olivia sits in the chair near the silent radio and reaches for her brush with a trembling hand.

Grounded, Marilyn Ringer

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From the pavement

of the small-town

parking lot I watch

Father's 86th Birthday, Douglas K. Currier

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He wonders why he should go another year.

He can barely walk; he can't grip with his hands