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Ode To Everything Ordinary, Mary Christine Delea
Ode To Everything Ordinary, Mary Christine Delea
Bryant Literary Review
Praise the #2 pencil
To A Former Student Training To Become An Interrogator, David O'Connell
To A Former Student Training To Become An Interrogator, David O'Connell
Bryant Literary Review
They say pressure isn't torture
and, at times, because I don't know better
I'm willing to agree
I Traveled South, Janet Jennings
I Traveled South, Janet Jennings
Bryant Literary Review
We drove to the coast to sip Black Russians. Cream swirled in an ice-
black sea. My name changed every day.
On A Beach With White Sand, Matt Ross
On A Beach With White Sand, Matt Ross
Bryant Literary Review
In trillions of years,
Every inch of matter
Autobiography, Pamela S. Wynn
Autobiography, Pamela S. Wynn
Bryant Literary Review
My parent's match was made on the outskirts of heaven.
Hartford Circus Fire (1944), John Surowiecki
Hartford Circus Fire (1944), John Surowiecki
Bryant Literary Review
All we were told was that the animals
were saved and the children died;
Girls, Linsey Morse
Girls, Linsey Morse
Bryant Literary Review
learn at very young ages
that outer beauty is the water--
Gone Too Soon, Nancy Lee Craven
Gone Too Soon, Nancy Lee Craven
Bryant Literary Review
You left, I think, under the burden of heavy judgment,
Or grief too difficult to bear. I do not know, but I would like to,
Parsimonious, Paul Hostovsky
Parsimonious, Paul Hostovsky
Bryant Literary Review
I remember the first time I looked it up--
I was a sophomore--Michael
Leonard On The Farm, Jack Cooper
Leonard On The Farm, Jack Cooper
Bryant Literary Review
He had less than a dozen teeth,
wore shoes with ten years of pigshit
Orange Poppies, Helen Wickes
Orange Poppies, Helen Wickes
Bryant Literary Review
They do their best to deceive you,
the satiny sheen of their petals
We Are All Boot Makers To Kings, Matt Ross
We Are All Boot Makers To Kings, Matt Ross
Bryant Literary Review
I praise the justice,
Raise my hands to the sky,
End Of Summer Session At The Music School, Michael Hogan
End Of Summer Session At The Music School, Michael Hogan
Bryant Literary Review
Cecilia Hall is silent tonight:
no oboes, no flutes
Instructions, Geri Rosenzweig
Instructions, Geri Rosenzweig
Bryant Literary Review
Before you fit me into a pine box and
lower me into the ground to the chant
Chicken-In-The-Pot, Charles Harper Webb
Chicken-In-The-Pot, Charles Harper Webb
Bryant Literary Review
One dollar buys a chance to catapult
a rubber bird onto a spinning table that seems
Happy, Peter Johnson
Happy, Peter Johnson
Bryant Literary Review
In spite of persistent rumors, let me assure you I'm happy.
Two-Timing The Beekeeper, Timothy Martin
Two-Timing The Beekeeper, Timothy Martin
Bryant Literary Review
Of all the unwise things you have ever done
(and that counts the time you threw the lit dynamite stick
The Cliffs, Stephen Arney
Barred Owl, B. J. Best
Barred Owl, B. J. Best
Bryant Literary Review
somewhere in the forest lives a question.
ice cracks, wind whips, a child is putting
The Waves, Jéanpaul Ferro
The Waves, Jéanpaul Ferro
Bryant Literary Review
In the afternoon, when the sky
is almost out of sun,
Bridge Of Sighs, Don Kunz
Bridge Of Sighs, Don Kunz
Bryant Literary Review
One wrong turn
(For which Venice is famous)
Lyme Tick, Mitch Lescarbeau
Lyme Tick, Mitch Lescarbeau
Bryant Literary Review
Through the porch screen of the makeshift sickroom
the patient boats in the cove
Undershirt, Donna Pucciani
Undershirt, Donna Pucciani
Bryant Literary Review
That undershirt
with the hole I'd like to put my index finger through
Morendo, Al Niente (Dying Away, To Nothing), Ryan Cipriano
Morendo, Al Niente (Dying Away, To Nothing), Ryan Cipriano
Bryant Literary Review
Chicago plaza, centered around a fountain
Beside which Stanley passed away
Kidnapped At Birth, Buff Whitman-Bradley
Kidnapped At Birth, Buff Whitman-Bradley
Bryant Literary Review
Every one of us was kidnapped at birth
By a man in money-colored shoes who
Snatched us away from our real parents
Lines For An Absent Friend, Larry Rubin
Lines For An Absent Friend, Larry Rubin
Bryant Literary Review
So you weren't there--the emptiness
Would have shattered me, except I know how atoms
Grim Reaper, Carl Beauchamp
Grim Reaper, Carl Beauchamp
Bryant Literary Review
It's only natural
A black gown
And sharp sickle