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Zine Group A, Hailey Aspinwell, Tyler Amato, Ashlee Anderson, Destiny Andrade, Allison Beck, Owen Lavelle, Kenny Dyson, Vishal Fatania
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
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
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
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
Red, John Famiglietti, Samantha Grennon, Jacob Goodman, Rylee Wirtanen, Griffin Gosule, Kyriana Chambo, Carolyn Reimer, Hunter Poitras
Red, John Famiglietti, Samantha Grennon, Jacob Goodman, Rylee Wirtanen, Griffin Gosule, Kyriana Chambo, Carolyn Reimer, Hunter Poitras
Bryant Zines
No abstract provided.
When I Think About The Funeral, I Find I Can Taste The Mints, Nichole Page
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
Bedside Vigil, Catherine Jagoe
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
Grief, Be My Coverlet, Mohja Kahf
A Sweet Kid, William Torphy
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
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
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
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.
Let Go, Jane Flint
Let Go, Jane Flint
Bryant Literary Review
Ten minutes
to pack up all my things
like a pocket
turning inside out
Borders, Mary Makofske
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
Weeds In Her Curly Hair, Hareendran Kallinkeel
Weeds In Her Curly Hair, Hareendran Kallinkeel
Bryant Literary Review
“I need a dagger,” Shiva says, “double-edged…and razor-sharp.”
The blacksmith turns from his furnace and stares at him in
surprise. What the hell is a renowned writer doing here? he thinks as he
stands up and walks towards Shiva.
Chemo, Carolyn Adams
Chemo, Carolyn Adams
Bryant Literary Review
As you turn to the oncoming magic,
what subsumes?
Because everything can’t stay
at the surface, what is forgotten?
Mud And Truth, Hannah Kass
Mud And Truth, Hannah Kass
Bryant Literary Review
Tsofi knew the story since her mother began telling it to her and her brother almost every night. Other villagers would notice how her people did not eat the same meat or observe the same day of rest. In her mind those differences were as arbitrary as preferring to eat lamb or chicken. Yet such arbitrary reasons had sparked the most violent of reactions.
Dreams Of Flight, Beth Paulson
Dreams Of Flight, Beth Paulson
Bryant Literary Review
A man with wings large enough and duly attached might learn to overcome the resistance of air. Leonardo da Vinci
No Icarus, you knew pulleys and winches would keep a man tethered
to earth though he rise high above a stage for a duke’s entertainment.
In your fabrico you built mechanical birds of wood and bright-dyed
linen, then raised men up on ropes to fly and float, angels with dark
curls, gilt-edged wings.
Red Fox On Zaleski Trail, Deborah Fleming
Red Fox On Zaleski Trail, Deborah Fleming
Bryant Literary Review
Vinton County, Ohio
On the trail through hillsides
twice shorn of woodlands
The Music Box, Cliff Saunders
The Music Box, Cliff Saunders
Bryant Literary Review
Sing the gap between food and electricity
into a spirit unlike any other.
Fantasy, Joseph Murphy
Fantasy, Joseph Murphy
Bryant Literary Review
When I hear the mountain’s voice, words rise from a burnt page and a door in my heart swings open.
Jaffa Coffee, Tehila Wenger
Jaffa Coffee, Tehila Wenger
Bryant Literary Review
The waitress placed the cappuccino down carefully on my left, next to the open computer. I glanced into the mug and noted that there was no design in the foam. My anticipation for the caffeinating process dropped immediately by several degrees, along with my belief in the basic goodness of mankind.
Silent Elegy, Anna Leigh Morrow
Silent Elegy, Anna Leigh Morrow
Bryant Literary Review
What I want to say is
there are no words.
The Missing You settles beneath my ribs like
Brutality, Laurie Lessen Reiche
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
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
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
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
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
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.