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Eating The Whale, Mitch Lescarbeau

Bryant Literary Review

He brings the sizzling strip
on a bone china plate.

Ennis, Ruth Holzer

Bryant Literary Review

The dusty road to Ennis
rose up to meet me
like a blessing,

What's Going On, Ruth Holzer

Bryant Literary Review

I'm making my way through the stormy night,
a long road back, after I've left Father

Wildfire, Charles Laird Calia

Bryant Literary Review

For months there was no rain or very little, the mountain grasses were dry, prone to lightning strikes and wildfires, and Frank could see the river far from his little cabin, just beyond Federal land, drying up before his eyes.

Perseids, Deborah Fleming

Bryant Literary Review

Mid-August and the hemisphere
Now turns its head away from light;

Peasant Woman In Gascony, Deborah Fleming

Bryant Literary Review

1972

Under the shadow of the Pyrenees
In a field at the bottom of a hillside,

Heat Wave: November In Vermont, Mitch Lescarbeau

Bryant Literary Review

The world's askew:
there should be packed pads

My Date With The Scientist, Kristy Nielsen

Bryant Literary Review

He tells me even land has tides,
pulled like water by the moon.

What Is, Stephen Malin

Bryant Literary Review

It is what it is
unless of course
it isn't in which case

With A Phone Call To Heaven, Bill Hoadley

Bryant Literary Review

I wish I had a phone
that could talk straight to heaven.

Death Comes To The Office For Daniel Downer, Jennifer Companik

Bryant Literary Review

He might've dispatched one of his Angels to do it, but Death knew Daniel would resist, and his best Angel was on vacation, harvesting souls in Costa Rica for the next month, so Death resolved to take Daniel himself.

Space Storms, Sarah Thompson

Bryant Literary Review

You are the star
In the blackened sky

Lists, Michael Onofrey

Bryant Literary Review

Earl has begun the prep work for painting the "foyer" of Bob and Lisa Kob's house, "foyer" a term Bob had used.

Island Time, Theresa Fairless

Bryant Literary Review

Carry a sunset in your pocket,
let the beam break a seam.

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.