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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

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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

It's For Sale, But I'M Keeping It, Sean Loughran

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This car is a money pit. I can't stand it. I keep
spending thousands of dollars of hard earned
cash to keep it running but all I'm getting out

A Fitting Memorial, Roger D. Hicks

Bryant Literary Review

Ballard had already been sitting on the store porch more than an hour before Ep left his house across the creek for their regular morning conversation.

Why Should We?, Don Kunz

Bryant Literary Review

Death addresses its invitation
In bold black block letters,
And will honor no regrets.

The Fall, Peter Schmitt

Bryant Literary Review

I could forget, in time, how a half-minute
sooner and I might be running in the rain
across the parking lot, catching his shoulders;

Junkyard, Susan Boehm

Bryant Literary Review

In a junkyard
piled with the rusting machinery

Goodbye, Apostrophe, Peter Schmitt

Bryant Literary Review

Goodbye, apostrophe--
you were barely hanging on

Bamboo, Kerry Jones

Bryant Literary Review

Alice Tran was sitting in the lobby area just outside my office, waiting for me, a large paper bag on the chair beside her, her feet dangling from the chair she occupied.

The Barber's Chair, Kevin Power

Bryant Literary Review

The shallow mockery goes back and forth
like a hollow ping pong ball of conversation

And Another Thing, Ruth Holzer

Bryant Literary Review

she used to bark
was that I looked