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Bryant Literary Review

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Children At The Wake, John Grey

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I admit that, more than once,

I've pointed to the sky

Dedication, Charles Harper Webb

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Where did Blake Bumgardner find the washtub-sized
cojones to confess over the phone, then listen

Confidence, Laura Buermann

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I am a polysyllabic phenomenon,
a thesauric wunderkind

Traveling Alone, She Fell In The Sistine Chapel--, M. J. Iuppa

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collapsed in a whirl, as if a gust of wind
struck her weak ankle and set her spinning--

Tierra Blanca, Andrea Lewis

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I had what I wanted. I was alone with Charles.

Pages From The Textbook Of Alternate History: Plato, King Of Syracuse, Phong Nguyen

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When Dionysus II first offered to Plato the city of Syracuse, jewel of Sicily, for the philosopher to rule as his own, there was a moment of hesitation

Bee Lust In Manhattan, John F. Buckley, Martin Ott

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Thousands of bees swarmed outside a Manhattan
deli, trapping dozens of patrons, the meat scent

I Killed A Bug Last Night, Carol Hamilton

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He was walking along the edge
of the tasseled rug, no hurry,

Without Breath, Michelle Soucy

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I'm eight years old and my parents make me sleep in my sick younger brother's bed with him in case he stops breathing again

On The First Morning, Patsy Anne Bickerstaff

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of spring
when I see a red shiny
balloon valentine shaped
descend

Doing The Math, Martin Cloutier

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James was experiencing a breach -- a psychic breach. Like his real self was coming into contact with a parallel universe self.

Peace, Jack Granath

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I remember it as
a rock song, though

On John Coltrane's "My Favorite Things", Nathaniel Lee Hansen

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With steady three-beat brushes and cymbal
of Elvin Jones, stand-up pulse of Steve Davis,

A Bullfight, C. W. Owens

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Warily, the bull's hooves pound the sand--
black hide, muscle, churning with intelligence--

The Aloha State, Adam Berlin

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It wasn't our honeymoon but it was Hawaii. It had been all sky and water for thousands of miles, blue above, blue below.

43rd And Main, Linsey Morse

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They see a burnt-out bitch on a sidewalk,
selling sex, her soul, to the devil for a smoke.

He's A Thief, Eliza Demarseilles

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He stole a piece of my heart, attached it to a voodoo doll

Secret Lives, Mary Elizabeth Parker

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A lacy blouse, two breasts beneath

Light, Extra Sugar, No Patsy, Nancy Lee Craven

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"1992: A slice of life when dollars to donuts sometimes bought more than an even dozen"

Sonny, R. Steve Benson

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Seized by the day
he fell under a harrow

Chain-Smoking Mavericks At The Crestview Center For Health And Rehabilitation, Brent Taylor

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It's strange how there are some things
about yourself you'll never know

To Be So Dead He Sure Is Big, Phillip Gardner

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Donnie Swank said, "He sure was big."

We And The Joneses, Robert Laughlin

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Firmament will hit our heads--the
Ecos have the final word.

I Have Already Thrown This Poem Away, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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I have already thrown this poem away
It's crumpled up in a ball

A Dissertation On Rhymation, Evan Wallace

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The preparation for navigation through creation of sensation

Art Of The Bardo, Robert Haynes

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What can be known of the Bardo is simply
a reawakening to, say, a Monach,

Contributors

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The Place Of Literature, Paul Hostovsky

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Mr. Gordon was perhaps a little tipsy
at the awards ceremony, perhaps a little

At The Harbor, Martha Christina

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Some days,
light passing
its benevolent hands