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Strike Out Across The Shoreless Ocean, Julia Claire Paajanen

UNLV Theses, Dissertations, Professional Papers, and Capstones

What happens between a reader and a poem is none of my business. The world has always been yours; find your own way.

(1) Every choice is correct.

(2) Everything is true.

(3) What is anything, unless so far as it is enjoyed?

All you have to do is see the course, and when you see it, go.

The Ripening Of Mangos, Katherine Hoerth

Theses and Dissertations - UTB/UTPA

This project is a collection of poems which draw influence from Romantic, confessional, and post-modern poetry movements, and can most accurately be described as Confessionalistic, though they are resistant to categorization. The poems function to dismantle archetypal definitions of feminine identity, and instead aim to depict identity to be fluid and multifaceted.

The Ripening of Mangos is divided into four sections. The first section deconstructs the 'angel' or 'virgin' archetype, while the second deconstructs the 'monster' or 'whore' archetype. Section three includes voices of procreation, and functions to complicate the image of 'the mother.' The last section, Transplanting, shows gendered …

Satori 2011, Winona State University

Satori Literary Magazine

The Satori is a student literary publication that expresses the artistic spirit of the students of Winona State University. Student poetry, prose, and graphic art are published in the Satori every spring since 1970.

Et Cetera, Marshall University

Et Cetera

Founded in 1953, Et Cetera is an annual literary magazine that publishes the creative writing and artwork of Marshall University students and affiliates. Et Cetera is free to the Marshall University community.

Et Cetera welcomes submissions in literary and film criticism, poetry, short stories, drama, all types of creative non-fiction, photography, and art.

Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

Piece by piece, the china slips from soapy hands.

Friends drop the crystal wine-glasses;

Papa, Scott Walmsley

Bryant Literary Review

His crow's feet walked a thousand miles

His dark bags carried all his treasures.

Sowing The Seeds, Janet Proulx

Bryant Literary Review

Grandfather would sit in a rocker by the window

smoking a pipe and gazing upon his bountiful garden

The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey

Bryant Literary Review

reminds me of the porcupine

reared by a manatee, the raven

Interruption, Keith Alexander

Bryant Literary Review

A cow in the meat yard opened its mouth

and out poured the voice of Bessie Smith.

A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

Bryant Literary Review

It's cold

but I stay

standing in the road

The Ashland Bump, Dan Sieg

Bryant Literary Review

There was a quick rise and dip

in Ashland Street,

I never cared much why.

Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf

Bryant Literary Review

Next time you walk by my bedroom

in your hulk of spectral dust

with a gust of Thor and thunder, stop

Posted: Don't Poach, Nathan Whiting

Bryant Literary Review

You now read an uncollected poem.

If a poem collector, you should

John 3:10010000110, John Supinski

Bryant Literary Review

Welcome to the kingdom of the Immortal

Where races are run barefoot

In His Introduction To Five Poems, J. R. Solonche

Bryant Literary Review

In his introduction to five poems, Su Tung-p'o wrote:

I got drunk and wrote five poems.

The Poet, In One Last Desperate Attempt To Please His Public, Lays On The Blarney, Louis Phillips

Bryant Literary Review

The words in this poem are quite ordinary.

Morning Report With Other Disturbances, Stephen R. Roberts

Bryant Literary Review

You might want to head to work a bit early this morning.

Waiting For The Sun, Nina Bennett

Bryant Literary Review

Venice Beach is smaller than I imagined,

not large enough to hold its history

Leonard Cohen Sings All Night, John Tustin

Bryant Literary Review

Leonard Cohen sings all night

on my miserable wet black drive

Nights When Father Jived With Demon Rum, Madelyn Garner

Bryant Literary Review

Dogs yelped. Mother spat blood. Which explains

the slamming of doors, clawing through back room windows,

The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson

Bryant Literary Review

The mouth opens like a dumpster lid

and, trained to toss, we all comply,

Horses, Gladys Goldberg

Bryant Literary Review

The sorrel who eats carrots

from my hand

A drift of gold in his thick mane,

Small Fires, Keith Alexander

Bryant Literary Review

Ryszard turns in a clearing

with a finger to his lips.

It is fall, dead fall, ssssh,

Why I Cannot Love Picasso, Devon Miller-Duggan

Bryant Literary Review

Sure, he gets that everything is broken

And still charged with lusts.

Childhood Nightmare, Buff Whitman-Bradley

Bryant Literary Review

In the recurring dream I had as a child

I stood on a small platform

Memo To Mean Girls Everywhere, Nancy Craven

Bryant Literary Review

After you sign-on to U-Stream, and watch the backs of classmates whose fronts you no longer recognize

Gospel, Brady Rhoades

Bryant Literary Review

On French Hill, night falls and you sit on the slope

in your shanty clothes,

Bingo, Seth Benton

Bryant Literary Review

Mosquitoes spatter the wall

beside us as the sweet rot

smell of marsh at low tide

The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung

Bryant Literary Review

Of course they took your iPod,

those fabulously large sunglasses,

The Name, John Grey

Bryant Literary Review

There should be a name for people

who sit on a rock for hours