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That Thing, Susan Taylor Chehak

Bryant Literary Review

My pap’s eyes are bad. It’s not the books or the computer, not the
peering at small letters on a page or on a screen. And it isn’t just a
consequence of age either. His peepers went bad a long time ago, when
he was young.

When Death Comes, Carol Tyx

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after Mary Oliver

When death comes

like the dentist,

sticking her hand

into your mouth,

Gunn Hill, Pat Daneman

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Given time, a place becomes a thing

small enough to hold in memory’s grip,

strong enough to struggle free. Frightened

When I Think About The Funeral, I Find I Can Taste The Mints, Nichole Page

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I can hear the crinkle of the wrapper, the sniffling and speeches

My fingers push it from the plastic casing giving me something to do

Raul, Paul Lamar

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On the twelfth day of his new job as a security guard outside of S–, one of M–’s finest men’s shops, Raul B– stumbled upon a unique answer to the question of store security, though he was never to be aware of his particular gift or its profound impact on crime in M–.

Fragments Of Mother, Sheree La Puma

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daughter, i rock your empty

cradle & ask myself,

how long will we

make war?

Could We Be Coyotes, George Longenecker

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who howl all night behind the house,

whose ancestors mated with wolves?

Our Tiny Somewhere, Martina Nicholson

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a description of Earth from Maria Popova

The speck in the last

Voyager photograph

was Earth,

Amends, Renay Costa

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Quinn searched the chalkboard menu of the café deliberating what the appropriate beverage would be. What does a soon-to-be-divorcée drink while composing a letter to the man she separated from about a month ago? Wine would be the obvious option, but she was now a member of Alcoholics Anonymous, and the letter was part of the ninth step, which required her to “make direct amends” to those she had harmed, and tonight she was attempting her amends to Gil, her soon-to-be ex-husband. A pumpkin spice latte, her regular order, seemed too saccharine and sentimental.

When Fall Arrives, David James

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Fall in four days and another year

winds down to a grinding stop.

The apples ripen in the sun

while the serrano peppers implode.

Saudade, Lisa Russo

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Now that you're gone, you've left me longing.

I smile softly because you were here

All I Know About Pool, Charles Harper Webb

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Winning depends on the right numbers and hues.

If White rolls in a hole, like a dog, you scratch.

Living Dolls, Andrena Zawinski

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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

Judge, John P. Kristofco

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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.

The Commandment, James Armstrong

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Brontë enthusiasts tend to be a bit fanatical. A university hosts their conference each summer, and grown men and women- not just scholars, but librarians and secretaries and retirees- pay for the privilege to live in cramped dorm rooms for a week, eat lousy food and attend lectures on Villette and Agnes Grey and storm imagery in Wuthering Heights.

Fortress*, . Yvonne

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Not a single ceiling or window fan

In our stifling apartment on the top floor.

Editors' Note

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No abstract provided.

The Good Son, William Torphy

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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.

Monkey Time, Eric Greinke

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Communication devices destroy communication.

Text messages erode the language,

Vaya Con Dios, Russ Allison Loar

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I could kill you with this little finger,

He says,

Jutting the scabrous thing out into the shivering night,

Pointed menacingly toward the enemy

Dog Whistle, Tina Cane

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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

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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.

The Bush Burned With Fire And The Bush Was Not Consumed, Peter Munro

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Skin draws gaunt to his skull, deflating

jowls he has borne across eight decades.

The Help, J. Tarwood

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In the morning, the radio

praises God while the maid

cracks eggs.

Little Mercies, Terry Sanville

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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

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God ran our house, decided what

we could or could not do.

Night Shadows, Jimmie Pennington

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Night shadows

lie on empty walls

like the silhouettes

of yesterday's dreams

Copy Cat Music, John Krumberger

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I never asked his name

-no suitable pause between the torrent

of New York accented syllables that flowed

Outsider's Shovel, Mark Taksa

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An insider promises smoke will never

pollute the flag.

Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little

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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.