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Shell, Sean Thomas Dougherty

Bryant Literary Review

For to forget him was to forget what was, which was, of course, she thought, a kind of beginning in itself, like an egg.

The Covenant, Doug Ramspeck

Bryant Literary Review

Her flowers are dying in the old clay pot.

Her tomato vines are withering.

The Female Of The Species, Erica Johnson Debeljak

Bryant Literary Review

A strange woman came to me early this morning. I think she must have appeared at around six in the morning:

Untitled, Kiki Denis

Bryant Literary Review

i always thought we melt in years but now i know

we melt in space

Jacob, Bryan Walpert

Bryant Literary Review

And what will you do when your doubt

wakes you in the middle of the night--

Where I'M From, Robert Disario

Bryant Literary Review

I am from a 6 acre wood in Medford, NJ

where my father died when I was five,

Onions, Joseph Pipolo

Bryant Literary Review

I wonder how many more red onions will come out of your garden

now that you're dead.

Home, Rest Home, Megan Jones

Bryant Literary Review

Here, where every ceiling tile speaks

its own fact,

every crack in the

wall holds the trappings of code

Announcement, Paul Hostovsky

Bryant Literary Review

Careful, world.

Attention. Vorsicht.

It is dangerous to lean

American Men, Matt Zambitto

Bryant Literary Review

can carry the yoke

of a tune

from PA to CA and back,

A Dangerous World, Chris Henry

Bryant Literary Review

I went to visit Victor Shanks' parents because nobody else would.

Dramaturgy, Philip Dacey

Bryant Literary Review

It was my idea to stage

a classic romantic scene

Mathematician's Love Poem, Matt Zambitto

Bryant Literary Review

I can't subtract the angle at which your two

irides let go of no frequency but blue.

Fat Broad, Darren Defrain

Bryant Literary Review

Ten minutes twice a day is barely enough time to get to the nub of a cigarette,

Cave Bull, Dan Stryk

Bryant Literary Review

My wife's quick

drawing thrills the children

at our youngster's

Teacher's Names, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

For what more-than-mortal sin is the soul squeezed

inside the body of a grub,

Focal And Idey, Ruth Abat Cooper

Bryant Literary Review

Idey Ponder whistled softly to himself as he shuffled his lanky body along behind the hounds.

Greatness, Charles Harper Webb

Bryant Literary Review

It came easy, then--winning big at Chinese

checkers--finding, behind a slab

All Things Starting, One, Robert Parham

Bryant Literary Review

When the radiance of the ripple

turns its back to catch the sun

Lying Awake With The Windows Open, Mairéad Byrne

Bryant Literary Review

After you left I heard car doors closing

across the river in Lafayette.