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Come To Bed, Geoffrey Jarok

Bryant Literary Review

It's a sad day for woman.

She sees dreams,

Like a debtor looks at bills.

Weathertalk, Korkut Onaran

Bryant Literary Review

A darkwhite sky

with a touch of semantic confusion

and the day spreads like

a sheet between the city

My Son Dreams That, As We Fished For Pumpkinseeds, A Shark Ate Me, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

Did I hook the shark, and it yanked me in?

Did it leap, and pluck me off the pier?

Alone, Ron Koertge

Bryant Literary Review

Maybe it's just the kind of poetry I've been reading,

but I can't help noticing how alone most poets are: