Creative Writing Commons^™

Big Red, Ryan Warneke

Bryant Literary Review

It loses value,
the faded red hood

Tail Of The Comet, Peter Johnson

Bryant Literary Review

At 11 p.m. Lucille Gorski found herself standing in a cemetery next to a monument proclaiming, "Herein Lies Phineas McGee, Who Left When He Had the Chance."

The Blind Man At The Grand Canyon, John Kristofco

Bryant Literary Review

He stood there with his friend,
the hundreds at the rim,

Late To Find Me, Marge Piercy

Bryant Literary Review

In my adolescence, high school
and through college, I was amorphous.

Elegy, Brendan Nixon

Bryant Literary Review

Death stood there in a leather jacket,
sunglasses on and his hands in his pockets.

Birds Of The Black Canyon, Vicki Lindner

Bryant Literary Review

As they crossed the big mountains only she talked, hands off the wheel to gesture vivaciously.

Respect Your Elders, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

"Ready for a fastball," the grizzled grampa
leather-lungs. "Alls he's got's a fastball.

Bald Eagle, Blackbirds, Matthew Spireng

Bryant Literary Review

A dead blackbird on the driveway, eagle
swooping down to avoid the plague of blackbirds

If This Man, Matthew Spireng

Bryant Literary Review

If this man with hairy ears, ears
sprouting--not like an old man,

It Wasn't In The Cards, Sarah Brown Weitzman

Bryant Literary Review

"I'm in", I announced and sat down
to play the cards I'd be dealt.

Rising To The Call, Christa Albrecht-Vegas

Bryant Literary Review

Julie heard them calling: the high, shrill pinging of a thousand points of--not light, but tinnitus.

As If It Mattered (Gambling Sounds), Fredda S. Pearlson

Bryant Literary Review

if today moves
through its hours
with no lost rings

Chez Moi, Dennis Saleh

Bryant Literary Review

I am all there is
of me Of this there

Victor As A Victim Of Precipitation, Jonathan Greenhause

Bryant Literary Review

Victor's car was stolen, but he chose to drive it anyway.

Every Few Years, Jack Cooper

Bryant Literary Review

Every few years
I look back and think
what a fool I was before

Prayer Of The Bell, Laura Bonazzoli

Bryant Literary Review

I guess you probably want to know how I got to be in a mess like this.

Right Now At This Moment As We Speak, Tom Chandler

Bryant Literary Review

Two humpback whales
are breaching eight miles
off the coast of Venezuela

Old Mirror, Tom Chandler

Bryant Literary Review

Speckled from having witnessed too much,
from being peered into for an answer.

The Womb Of The Unknown Soldier, Tom Chandler

Bryant Literary Review

Is unoccupied at the moment
could be most anywhere

The Ice Man, Mitch Lescarbeau

Bryant Literary Review

Bolzano, Italy

We jostle and joke in the waiting line's dark,
snaking toward the cold cube of light in the wall.

Sunny Side Up, Byron Case

Bryant Literary Review

It is ovoid simplicity incarnate,
perfectly palm-sized,
and crackable.

The Lion At Franklin Park, Kathleen Aponick

Bryant Literary Review

We observe you in sunlight, golden offering
on a sculptured mound, blinking, throwing back your head

Candle In The Wind, Sheryl L. Nelms

Bryant Literary Review

black
back lit
by the sprinkle of stars

Ride The Peter Pan, Allison Whittenberg

Bryant Literary Review

There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life.

Late, Chad Dickinson

Bryant Literary Review

You were late.
The strong Hawaiian sun peers through
The window on that December Sunday morning

Terminal Velocity, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

--the highest velocity attainable by an object as it falls through air

The male Mandarin, world's most gorgeous

duck--scarlet bill; purple breast; white

Pigeons, Bibhu Padhi

Bryant Literary Review

They embody a consciousness
that shines among light-grey rocks.

A Place For Everything, John P. Kristofco

Bryant Literary Review

"We're here with Dr. Joseph Ellis, Assistant Professor of Psychology at Redmond University, to talk about his research and his new book, A Place for Everything.

Lost At Sea, Mitch Lescarbeau

Bryant Literary Review

The mass for the missing is over:
it's too cold, the wind off the Atlantic
wheedling everybody back toward their cars.

Sister Wigberta, Thomas Dorsett

Bryant Literary Review

Dad hanging onto the pier
after his ship has sailed on