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Modern Peasantry, Mark Smith

Bryant Literary Review

Are you not yet cognizant,
my people, of how your television

Hoo Doo Interests, Allison Whittenberg

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MaMa Fontaine stirs gumbo in a big rusty pot
telling me that joy is squashing a pregnant roach

A Scarlet Tanager Alights On A Branch, John Grey

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The stopping, admiring,
is all on my side.

Lavender Bride, Robert Kostuck

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Svetlana and Valery at the late edge of a summer weekend, aligned vacations, rented bicycles, wool sweaters, damp air spilled inland from the half-empty beaches.

Hitler Stamp, Paul Hostovsky

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I traded ten triangular
Mongolian stamps for Hitler,

Moving On, Joyce S. Brown

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Twenty minutes into death
and whatever happens there,

This And That (For Coleman Barks, October, 2008), Lisa Starr

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A while back you said, You know, one of these days
you're gonna have to write that poem about that deer,

Ginger, Charles Butterfield

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After Sam's truck clears the hill, all Lucius hears is the cooing of wild pigeons in the cavernous haymow.

Seashells Never Say Much Anyway, Joshua R. Mora Pagkalinawan

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Envelope me in your existence
until the mailman gets tired

Former Things Are Passed Away, Rebecca Melnyk

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I.

On Saturdays, Daddy likes to take the Coupe Deville through the

center of town,

A Bad Sandstorm, Sheryl L. Nelms

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"We all
saw it coming

In Praise Of Cowards, William Jolliff

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No brave man could ever imagine
how much a coward can tolerate

Bayou Mirror, Iris Litt

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At first on the island
I gushed my amazement

Lethal Injection, David Dragone

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It didn't matter where you stood--
It was the way they botched his killing

Gerstler's Triumphant Return (1972), Julie Zuckerman

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Sitting among the malodorous teenagers--boys ripe with day-old sweat, girls thick on jasmine scents--Jeremiah Gerstler tried to check his mounting vexation.

Nothing At All, Ali Morreale

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You sit and you look at all the strange faces,
on the bus that drives you not far.

Elvis At The Dunkin Donuts, Gregg Moglia

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Coffee at hand I sit alone and begin
To read some Walt Whitman

Making History, Charles Webb

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Columbus didn't think, "I've discovered
America!" He was happy just to find dry land.

Gift-Wrapped, Daniel M. Jaffe

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Will there come a point during your El Al flight home from Israel when you can politely question the elderly man in the middle seat beside you as to why, during taxi yet before take-off, he ensconced himself toe-to-head within a 30-gallon, heavy-duty, clear plastic trash bag?

Poem For Humphrey Bogart, Herman Bush

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You always said the world
was three drinks behind,

At The Post Office, Martha Christina

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A blue tooth device
glows behind the ear

Heist, Rachael Colasanto

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Your scent lingers on my pillow.
You've entered my space,
The place for my thoughts.

Lost Memory, Jane Stuart

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You were--
you are--
a dream

The Strap, Ruth Latta

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"Carmen? Carmen Lawrence? Where are you, girl?"

I peeked through the planks of the porch stairs

Lost At Sea, Dylan Thomas

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One dark day
my love was washed away

A Fried Egg, Ellen Cooney

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a fried egg
a small sun

She Feeds Me Now, Susan Johnson

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I read cookbooks as if they were ancient texts,
the life of grandmother's grandmother translated

Phantom, Adam Matson

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The pinky finger betrayed her. It sent a signal to Martin, who reached out from beneath the frilly cuff of his costume and grasped it.

Cul-De-Sac, Dennis Saleh

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The night at
the door is
torn and frayed

The Accident, Victoria Melekian

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I pass the stone walls
of the bridge. Bouquets