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Flashes, Lila Bovenzi

Bryant Literary Review

Maybe it's grotesque

That I think of them like flashers.

Rites, Sanjana Aiyar

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Present turns to past,

When tenses change with

Youth, El J. Reyes

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A miracle crosses paths

with me, and I find myself

staring right at my youth.

Headed Inbound, Claudia Rosado

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i've fallen in love

with you on the train

Unlike Mike, Caleb Lewis

Bryant Literary Review

We lost time while heat simmered on the blacktop.

Our hands stunk of warm rubber

On The Rocks, Jen Mazlymian

Bryant Literary Review

He sat on the rocks

by the shoe

Staring at the sea

I Drop Your Photograph In The Sea, Claire Kuo

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But I am the sailor submerged

in your endless blue --

I Have Felt For A While That..., Nichole Page

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Time is passing too quickly again

and I have not had enough time to hold you

Minutiae 973.1, Lila Bovenzi

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The law of conservation of mass states that matter can neither be created nor destroyed. If something is taken from the earth, it has to be replaced, or else the universe will fall into disharmony.

I Am Not A Home, Kiley Mcaleer

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I am from many places, but none of them have ever quite been home. A mint green house where neighbors are always yelling and my dad comes to visit for a few hours every other weekend.

Swimming Lessons, Rebecca Mear

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It was time to learn to swim.

Why I Cry For Little Girls, Julia Raboy

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I like working with little kids, and since I have been old enough to be employable, my main source of income has been from childcare: camp counselor, babysitter, nursery school “teacher,” etc.

La Escucho, Leah Ryan

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When I started my career as a passionate photojournalist, I never expected it to be my demise. I was a naïve 20-something-year-old, ready to leave the United States and travel the world, capturing its majesty with the click of a lens. That was when there was beauty to capture…

Countless Stars, Mckenna Themm

Bryant Literary Review

I still taste the golden wisps

of stardust, dancing across the midnight blue

Not A Goodbye, Sanjana Aiyar

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Blood flowing in your veins.

Heart beating slow.

Rx#: Sea, Mikaela Gresty

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The ocean calls, smells,

like rosé aged with salt

Full, Caleb Lewis

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Be the cup,

have more purpose when you're filled up.

Winter, Claudia Rosado

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i was born on an island

and hand crafted for the sun.

Driving To Look Out Point To See The Sunset, Riley Mayes

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My car or yours?

We already know the answer.

Mono No Aware, W.W. Harris

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a part of me is still

drowning beside

Submersion, Meg Peters

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Before anything else, there is water.

God Spoke To Me Through The Car Stereo, Alexa O'Kane

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I was twelve.

The woman with the crooked teeth

Told me I was a pearl,

On The Rocks, Michael Grassetti

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Upon a scoured stone, painted in soil

a bear scouts the raging river below.

My Responsibility To Live, Michael Grassetti

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I wonder what it's like

to be a man unfazed by fire?

The New Historian, Nilsa Laine

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One month, we were given just one month.

Martin Luther King Jr.

Rosa Parks.

Harriet Tubman.

Plum Rains (梅雨), Claire Kuo

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Tissue paper petals

wilt under the weight

Shannon Soundscape, Satrina-Mae Shannon

Bryant University Journal of Interdisciplinary Studies

As a commuter student who does not live on campus, I elected to sit on my back patio for this listening exercise. While I had initially thought that staying relatively close to my house would be somewhat redundant in terms of what I would hear, I was pleasantly shocked to hear just how many sounds, be it human or nonhuman, ring out on my street in a given moment. Looking back, I think I had just never taken the time to actually listen to them.

I live near many trees, so the sound of birds chirping, or squirrels climbing is …

Leszczynski Soundscape, Joseph Leszczynski

Bryant University Journal of Interdisciplinary Studies

Sitting outside of the Fisher Student Center, on black lacquered chairs, was the location of my soundscape experience. Being outside and an epicenter of activity, the amount of noise there was abundant. I was still outdoors, thus explaining the neutral noise of the environment. Some of the natural, non-human sounds I heard were from insects. A distinct, crescendo buzz came from above in the trees. The timbre was brash, like a trumpet that hit a high pitch note with vibrato. In addition, there were occasions where dried leaves would hit the ground from falling off a branch. This noise was …

Donlan Soundscape, Christopher Donlan

Bryant University Journal of Interdisciplinary Studies

To capture the soundscape, I spent some time on the patio behind my apartment building and was able to identify a number of sounds, both natural and manmade. The location I was at sits right along the Blackstone River however, so the sound of the running water generates lots of white noise. While not changing in rhythm or pitch, the water produced a smooth and subtle tone that slightly masks the other sounds.

The most prominent sound I heard was the chirping from crickets. Their sound has a very fast paced rhythm that occurs in a steady pattern, however the …

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