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Junior College, J. Tarwood

Bryant Literary Review

All my friends had gone off

As if each had found a fate.

Leavetaking, Janet Proulx

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As I leave the nursing home where my mother now lives

The Counterpoint Lesson, Lyzette Wanzer

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My father always told me there were two kinds of jazz: white people's jazz, and "the real thing."

Sean, Courtney Zullo

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A handcrafted butterfly hangs over her bed,

Infant Savant, Naton Leslie

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Madonna and child on

the south-east crossing pier

Thoughtless, Chris Semansky

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A piano falls from the sky.

A quite beautiful piano.

Punching Air, Ben Brooks

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Dead fish floated in close to shore. There were so many of them

First Sky, Jay Udall

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Some days you don't need a second sky--

the one outside is what you have

Contributors

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Across The Line, William Holinger

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The trouble is that the balls go where you throw them.

-- a well-known saying in juggling

Standing in foul territory over by the cornfield, roughing up the game ball,

Inky Went Down To The Well, K. S. Phillips

Bryant Literary Review

None of us knew how pure Inky was until we drank her. Sadly, our awareness came three summers too late.

The Touch So, Rob Diehm

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the touch so

deep (little hairs

stand on end)

we become one

Impending Doom, Mario Duarte

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Out of nothing, nowhere,

a boy grasping a red balloon

wavers over the circus tent.

Notes On Laureateship, Michael S. Harper

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You must act like a Morpho in the forest

Perhaps thirty feet in the air

Hands That Drew Them As They Are, Unity Durieux

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These hands have delved in ruin,

plumbed lovers' pockets, availed

themselves of coldcuts, goodbooks

The Sparrows, John Grey

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It's not their flight but how they

alight on the gutters where I might live.

Dyslexic, Will Nixon

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The year I learned the hangman's noose

I tied it everywhere: tire swings, clothes lines,

Abuelita, Camincha

Bryant Literary Review

To Reyna María, it's like they never left. They visit her often, sometimes in groups, sometimes one at a time.

Verso

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Editor's Note

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Table Of Contents

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The Baker's Secret, Kathy Anderson

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The town baker wakes at dawn, stands in his silent shop, with floured hands slaps rounded balls of dough

The Word Box, Christopher Brookhouse

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We can't sleep.

I'm hungry, she says.

I know what she wants.

The Day After, Patricia Dobler

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So I walked back to the place we'd found him,

needing to see the blood stains and my hands

in the place his head had lain.

Places, Mark Brazaitis

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Salcajá, Lanquín, Purulhá:

the places we made love.

Consider, Mary Crow

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Consider the polar bear

whose every white hair is a heat pipe

Fan Letter, John Mann

Bryant Literary Review

Dear life, dear earth, dear season of snow.

The Shop Windows Were Full Of Sparkling Chains: Consumer Desire And Woolf’S Night And Day, Elizabeth Outka

English Faculty Publications

“You know the horror of buying clothes” (L2 232), wrote Virginia Woolf to her sister in 1918. This statement takes us to the heart of early critical assumptions about Woolf and consumerism. Following good modernist principles, the argument ran, Woolf’s art was naturally above shopping, distinct from and even a reaction against consumer culture. More recently, critics such as Jennifer Wicke, Rachel Bowlby, and Reginald Abbott have unsettled this separation and have started to consider the complex relations among consumption, the market, and Woolf’s writing. Most of this attention, however, has focused either on selected essays or on Mrs. Dalloway …

Atanilindalë, Sam Keyes

The Messenger

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Lights And Shadows - 2001, University Of North Alabama

Lights and Shadows

Art and Literature Magazine