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Only Touch Is Impossible, So We Touch, John Sibley Williams
Only Touch Is Impossible, So We Touch, John Sibley Williams
Bryant Literary Review
Silence enters us.
These once familiar faces go strange
over time.
The Lariat, Marc Pietrzkowski
The Lariat, Marc Pietrzkowski
Bryant Literary Review
I want to wash the hands that guide me home
and smell the soap and the soil together.
Saudade, Lisa Russo
Saudade, Lisa Russo
Bryant Literary Review
Now that you're gone, you've left me longing.
I smile softly because you were here
The Good Son, William Torphy
The Good Son, William Torphy
Bryant Literary Review
I'm on Trailways, staring through dirty windows at mounds of snow piled on the side of the road. I couldn't face everyone's questions, their judgments. Even Shirley at the bank gave me a suspicious look when she handed me my cancelled savings book and the $357.45 from my account this morning.
Outsider's Shovel, Mark Taksa
Outsider's Shovel, Mark Taksa
Bryant Literary Review
An insider promises smoke will never
pollute the flag.
Constructing Border Quilts, Martha Brenckle
Constructing Border Quilts, Martha Brenckle
Bryant Literary Review
looking for justice with thread, pins, needle
and scissors, cutting shirts and dungarees abandoned
The Book Of Bad Faith, Noel Sloboda
The Book Of Bad Faith, Noel Sloboda
Bryant Literary Review
Back when Mom first swore
Dad rated an entire chapter
Fortress*, . Yvonne
Fortress*, . Yvonne
Bryant Literary Review
Not a single ceiling or window fan
In our stifling apartment on the top floor.
Object Permanence, Jacob Nelson
Object Permanence, Jacob Nelson
Bryant Literary Review
When the sheet is pulled over
your father's face is still there,
his mustache, too, for you to tug.
Home Visit, Jesse Mardian
Home Visit, Jesse Mardian
Bryant Literary Review
4782 Menson Avenue was a small place with a dead lawn. Past the brittle grass where toys lay scattered, the house stood with peeling pink paint and a roof missing several clay shingles. Jennifer checked the address in her notebook, entered through a creaking gate, and walked to the door.
Monkey Time, Eric Greinke
Monkey Time, Eric Greinke
Bryant Literary Review
Communication devices destroy communication.
Text messages erode the language,
Vaya Con Dios, Russ Allison Loar
Vaya Con Dios, Russ Allison Loar
Bryant Literary Review
I could kill you with this little finger,
He says,
Jutting the scabrous thing out into the shivering night,
Pointed menacingly toward the enemy
When Fall Arrives, David James
When Fall Arrives, David James
Bryant Literary Review
Fall in four days and another year
winds down to a grinding stop.
The apples ripen in the sun
while the serrano peppers implode.
Dog Whistle, Tina Cane
Dog Whistle, Tina Cane
Bryant Literary Review
It begins with a tweet the bird kind in which a friend of mine
deems the hummingbird her spirit animal delicate engine
Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar
Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar
Bryant Literary Review
It was a day like many others that had passed since Brett Smalley's arrival in Dusseldorf. It differed, however, in one significant respect for the sales representative of Chicago-based Windham Metallurgical, Inc.
All I Know About Pool, Charles Harper Webb
All I Know About Pool, Charles Harper Webb
Bryant Literary Review
Winning depends on the right numbers and hues.
If White rolls in a hole, like a dog, you scratch.
The Bush Burned With Fire And The Bush Was Not Consumed, Peter Munro
The Bush Burned With Fire And The Bush Was Not Consumed, Peter Munro
Bryant Literary Review
Skin draws gaunt to his skull, deflating
jowls he has borne across eight decades.
The Help, J. Tarwood
The Help, J. Tarwood
Bryant Literary Review
In the morning, the radio
praises God while the maid
cracks eggs.
Little Mercies, Terry Sanville
Little Mercies, Terry Sanville
Bryant Literary Review
I hadn't seen him in fifty years. But I still wanted to kill him. I didn't know when, where, or how. But the way of it seemed crystal.
God And God's, Sandy Weisman
God And God's, Sandy Weisman
Bryant Literary Review
God ran our house, decided what
we could or could not do.
Copy Cat Music, John Krumberger
Copy Cat Music, John Krumberger
Bryant Literary Review
I never asked his name
-no suitable pause between the torrent
of New York accented syllables that flowed
Night Shadows, Jimmie Pennington
Night Shadows, Jimmie Pennington
Bryant Literary Review
Night shadows
lie on empty walls
like the silhouettes
of yesterday's dreams
Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little
Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little
Bryant Literary Review
The letter was addressed to Diane, predictably misspelled. It was from a postal box in a town known only for its prison. When she saw the name, Ben Strickert, she tore it open.
Living Dolls, Andrena Zawinski
Living Dolls, Andrena Zawinski
Bryant Literary Review
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk. Sylvia Plath
As a little girl, I never wanted any creepy
Lachrimae, Allen Strous
Lachrimae, Allen Strous
Bryant Literary Review
The man whose tears are often,
out of nowhere
the open-up
breakdown,
The Wandering Buddha, Cate Gable
The Wandering Buddha, Cate Gable
Bryant Literary Review
for chef Jimella Lucas
Entering the Bardo or another set
of bones, you cannot know
we mourn your knife skills,
Tiny Bills, Susan Johnson
Tiny Bills, Susan Johnson
Bryant Literary Review
Mist nets catch the fall migration,
catch my hands numb and slow as
Judge, John P. Kristofco
Judge, John P. Kristofco
Bryant Literary Review
Richard Witched noticed the small envelope in his mailbox right away.
It sat like a white raft on the sea of gray, brown, and beige detritus that
gathered, as it did almost every day, in his slot.
Learning From Her, Emily Madapusi Pera
Learning From Her, Emily Madapusi Pera
Bryant Literary Review
A lot you could learn from her,
you thought.