Arts and Humanities Commons^™

Zine Group A, Hailey Aspinwell, Tyler Amato, Ashlee Anderson, Destiny Andrade, Allison Beck, Owen Lavelle, Kenny Dyson, Vishal Fatania

Bryant Zines

No abstract provided.

Creativity And The Arts, Jenna Gardner, Megan Skasen, Erica Barley, Carley Pearson, Abby Rae, Lucy Smith, Owen Lavelle, Adibhav Gupta

Bryant Zines

No abstract provided.

Lcs Group C, Abigail Rae, Conor Manning, Darian Ramos, Derek Frame, Gabrielle Weiner, Haozhe Li, Juliana Mandile, Kasey Thomas, Yiming Huang

Bryant Zines

No abstract provided.

Lcs Zine Group, Julia Robertson, Liam Peterson, Collin Acampora, Hannah Bloomwald, Megan Lawlor, Maya Nguyen

Bryant Zines

No abstract provided.

Art, Arash Boostani, Katharine Babbitt

Bryant Zines

No abstract provided.

Red, John Famiglietti, Samantha Grennon, Jacob Goodman, Rylee Wirtanen, Griffin Gosule, Kyriana Chambo, Carolyn Reimer, Hunter Poitras

Bryant Zines

No abstract provided.

That Thing, Susan Taylor Chehak

Bryant Literary Review

My pap’s eyes are bad. It’s not the books or the computer, not the
peering at small letters on a page or on a screen. And it isn’t just a
consequence of age either. His peepers went bad a long time ago, when
he was young.

Brutality, Laurie Lessen Reiche

Bryant Literary Review

I.

There is something I want to say about brutality.

It comes out the lips of the hateful

mother, the beautiful mother.

If The Stars Had Voices, Buff Whitman-Bradley

Bryant Literary Review

If the stars had voices
They would surely sound
Like cricket song

Charcoal Nude, John Sibley Williams

Bryant Literary Review

Roughed-up: edges indistinct: body

softly black & blending with all this white

An Open Letter To The White Feminists Holding A Literary Panel On Toni Morrison, Matthew E. Henry

Bryant Literary Review

look to your left, your right—where

are her sisters? why are they missing?

Mud Minor Mass, Kevin Walker

Bryant Literary Review

Even Johann Sebastian Bach
had to fake it through the mirk
on merciless days,

Amends, Renay Costa

Bryant Literary Review

Quinn searched the chalkboard menu of the café deliberating what the appropriate beverage would be. What does a soon-to-be-divorcée drink while composing a letter to the man she separated from about a month ago? Wine would be the obvious option, but she was now a member of Alcoholics Anonymous, and the letter was part of the ninth step, which required her to “make direct amends” to those she had harmed, and tonight she was attempting her amends to Gil, her soon-to-be ex-husband. A pumpkin spice latte, her regular order, seemed too saccharine and sentimental.

Our Tiny Somewhere, Martina Nicholson

Bryant Literary Review

a description of Earth from Maria Popova

The speck in the last

Voyager photograph

was Earth,

Raul, Paul Lamar

Bryant Literary Review

On the twelfth day of his new job as a security guard outside of S–, one of M–’s finest men’s shops, Raul B– stumbled upon a unique answer to the question of store security, though he was never to be aware of his particular gift or its profound impact on crime in M–.

When Death Comes, Carol Tyx

Bryant Literary Review

after Mary Oliver

When death comes

like the dentist,

sticking her hand

into your mouth,

Bedside Vigil, Catherine Jagoe

Bryant Literary Review

Because each night when I was pregnant

my husband rubbed my aching feet

and still does, when I’m grieving or in such pain

Rattlesnake Religion, Sarah Morgan

Bryant Literary Review

We tried to trap rabbits
lit ants on fire with matchsticks

Grief, Be My Coverlet, Mohja Kahf

Bryant Literary Review

Grief, be white daisies

The Clearest Night Sky, Carla Mcgill

Bryant Literary Review

The ending was glass breaking

stones falling from cliffs

The ending was a cat’s purr

the vanishing foam of waves

on all the shores he loved

A Sweet Kid, William Torphy

Bryant Literary Review

I wait anxiously in the United terminal sipping a cup of coffee and feeling ungrounded. My nephew’s flight from Baltimore is late because of a severe weather system over the Midwest. My sister Kat tells me that Justin has become very selfish, even for a teenager, and that he lies and constantly tries to manipulate.

My Father’S Loaves And Fishes, Lennie Hay

Bryant Literary Review

In his soft throaty voice he speaks of rice—

washing and rinsing hard kernels,

how hands knock them on the side of a pot

until water runs clear. How it will rise

Gunn Hill, Pat Daneman

Bryant Literary Review

Given time, a place becomes a thing

small enough to hold in memory’s grip,

strong enough to struggle free. Frightened

The Flood, Elizabeth Underwood

Bryant Literary Review

I wake

and I am alive

but the wine in my glass

from the night before

is dead.

When I Think About The Funeral, I Find I Can Taste The Mints, Nichole Page

Bryant Literary Review

I can hear the crinkle of the wrapper, the sniffling and speeches

My fingers push it from the plastic casing giving me something to do

Fragments Of Mother, Sheree La Puma

Bryant Literary Review

daughter, i rock your empty

cradle & ask myself,

how long will we

make war?

Could We Be Coyotes, George Longenecker

Bryant Literary Review

who howl all night behind the house,

whose ancestors mated with wolves?

Let Go, Jane Flint

Bryant Literary Review

Ten minutes

to pack up all my things

like a pocket

turning inside out

Borders, Mary Makofske

Bryant Literary Review

Drawn in ink or blood,
they unspool from history
to split mountains and valleys,
meander in rivers that twist

Going For Wood, Molly Vaux

Bryant Literary Review

I.

I would never have chosen a window seat, but there I was, staring at great banks of clouds while the plane, rocked by invisible currents, sailed upward.