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Inky Went Down To The Well, K. S. Phillips
Inky Went Down To The Well, K. S. Phillips
Bryant Literary Review
None of us knew how pure Inky was until we drank her. Sadly, our awareness came three summers too late.
The Baker's Secret, Kathy Anderson
The Baker's Secret, Kathy Anderson
Bryant Literary Review
The town baker wakes at dawn, stands in his silent shop, with floured hands slaps rounded balls of dough
Places, Mark Brazaitis
Places, Mark Brazaitis
Bryant Literary Review
Salcajá, Lanquín, Purulhá:
the places we made love.
Lesson One, Janet Proulx
Lesson One, Janet Proulx
Bryant Literary Review
All winter long
Sister Mary Julian would enter the classroom,
Punching Air, Ben Brooks
Punching Air, Ben Brooks
Bryant Literary Review
Dead fish floated in close to shore. There were so many of them
Sean, Courtney Zullo
Sean, Courtney Zullo
Bryant Literary Review
A handcrafted butterfly hangs over her bed,
The Word Box, Christopher Brookhouse
The Word Box, Christopher Brookhouse
Bryant Literary Review
We can't sleep.
I'm hungry, she says.
I know what she wants.
Abuelita, Camincha
Abuelita, Camincha
Bryant Literary Review
To Reyna María, it's like they never left. They visit her often, sometimes in groups, sometimes one at a time.
The Sparrows, John Grey
The Sparrows, John Grey
Bryant Literary Review
It's not their flight but how they
alight on the gutters where I might live.
Thoughtless, Chris Semansky
Thoughtless, Chris Semansky
Bryant Literary Review
A piano falls from the sky.
A quite beautiful piano.
Junior College, J. Tarwood
Junior College, J. Tarwood
Bryant Literary Review
All my friends had gone off
As if each had found a fate.
The Day After, Patricia Dobler
The Day After, Patricia Dobler
Bryant Literary Review
So I walked back to the place we'd found him,
needing to see the blood stains and my hands
in the place his head had lain.
The Touch So, Rob Diehm
The Touch So, Rob Diehm
Bryant Literary Review
the touch so
deep (little hairs
stand on end)
we become one
Infant Savant, Naton Leslie
Infant Savant, Naton Leslie
Bryant Literary Review
Madonna and child on
the south-east crossing pier
Fan Letter, John Mann
Fan Letter, John Mann
Bryant Literary Review
Dear life, dear earth, dear season of snow.
The Last Block Party, Bud Johnson
The Last Block Party, Bud Johnson
Bryant Literary Review
The sun is setting over the deserted soccer field near the burial mound.
Consider, Mary Crow
Consider, Mary Crow
Bryant Literary Review
Consider the polar bear
whose every white hair is a heat pipe
Impending Doom, Mario Duarte
Impending Doom, Mario Duarte
Bryant Literary Review
Out of nothing, nowhere,
a boy grasping a red balloon
wavers over the circus tent.
Hands That Drew Them As They Are, Unity Durieux
Hands That Drew Them As They Are, Unity Durieux
Bryant Literary Review
These hands have delved in ruin,
plumbed lovers' pockets, availed
themselves of coldcuts, goodbooks
In The New Guinea Highlands, John Grey
In The New Guinea Highlands, John Grey
Bryant Literary Review
I can't get over the belief
that the simplest people always know more;
Across The Line, William Holinger
Across The Line, William Holinger
Bryant Literary Review
The trouble is that the balls go where you throw them.
-- a well-known saying in juggling
Standing in foul territory over by the cornfield, roughing up the game ball,
Notes On Laureateship, Michael S. Harper
Notes On Laureateship, Michael S. Harper
Bryant Literary Review
You must act like a Morpho in the forest
Perhaps thirty feet in the air
Superior, Ryan Guth
Superior, Ryan Guth
Bryant Literary Review
These pine-dark
shores are seventy
thousand years old
The Counterpoint Lesson, Lyzette Wanzer
The Counterpoint Lesson, Lyzette Wanzer
Bryant Literary Review
My father always told me there were two kinds of jazz: white people's jazz, and "the real thing."
Dyslexic, Will Nixon
Dyslexic, Will Nixon
Bryant Literary Review
The year I learned the hangman's noose
I tied it everywhere: tire swings, clothes lines,
Leavetaking, Janet Proulx
Leavetaking, Janet Proulx
Bryant Literary Review
As I leave the nursing home where my mother now lives