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Jaffa Coffee, Tehila Wenger
Jaffa Coffee, Tehila Wenger
Bryant Literary Review
The waitress placed the cappuccino down carefully on my left, next to the open computer. I glanced into the mug and noted that there was no design in the foam. My anticipation for the caffeinating process dropped immediately by several degrees, along with my belief in the basic goodness of mankind.
When I Think About The Funeral, I Find I Can Taste The Mints, Nichole Page
When I Think About The Funeral, I Find I Can Taste The Mints, Nichole Page
Bryant Literary Review
I can hear the crinkle of the wrapper, the sniffling and speeches
My fingers push it from the plastic casing giving me something to do
Mud And Truth, Hannah Kass
Mud And Truth, Hannah Kass
Bryant Literary Review
Tsofi knew the story since her mother began telling it to her and her brother almost every night. Other villagers would notice how her people did not eat the same meat or observe the same day of rest. In her mind those differences were as arbitrary as preferring to eat lamb or chicken. Yet such arbitrary reasons had sparked the most violent of reactions.
An Open Letter To The White Feminists Holding A Literary Panel On Toni Morrison, Matthew E. Henry
An Open Letter To The White Feminists Holding A Literary Panel On Toni Morrison, Matthew E. Henry
Bryant Literary Review
look to your left, your right—where
are her sisters? why are they missing?
Dreams Of Flight, Beth Paulson
Dreams Of Flight, Beth Paulson
Bryant Literary Review
A man with wings large enough and duly attached might learn to overcome the resistance of air. Leonardo da Vinci
No Icarus, you knew pulleys and winches would keep a man tethered
to earth though he rise high above a stage for a duke’s entertainment.
In your fabrico you built mechanical birds of wood and bright-dyed
linen, then raised men up on ropes to fly and float, angels with dark
curls, gilt-edged wings.
Brutality, Laurie Lessen Reiche
Brutality, Laurie Lessen Reiche
Bryant Literary Review
I.
There is something I want to say about brutality.
It comes out the lips of the hateful
mother, the beautiful mother.
My Father’S Loaves And Fishes, Lennie Hay
My Father’S Loaves And Fishes, Lennie Hay
Bryant Literary Review
In his soft throaty voice he speaks of rice—
washing and rinsing hard kernels,
how hands knock them on the side of a pot
until water runs clear. How it will rise
The Ventriloquist Toasts Her Teddies, Rikki Santer
The Ventriloquist Toasts Her Teddies, Rikki Santer
Bryant Literary Review
Here’s to my set-up like so many before me—
To the vice grip of acne maps & stammering
Could We Be Coyotes, George Longenecker
Could We Be Coyotes, George Longenecker
Bryant Literary Review
who howl all night behind the house,
whose ancestors mated with wolves?
Let Go, Jane Flint
Let Go, Jane Flint
Bryant Literary Review
Ten minutes
to pack up all my things
like a pocket
turning inside out
Going For Wood, Molly Vaux
Going For Wood, Molly Vaux
Bryant Literary Review
I.
I would never have chosen a window seat, but there I was, staring at great banks of clouds while the plane, rocked by invisible currents, sailed upward.
Weeds In Her Curly Hair, Hareendran Kallinkeel
Weeds In Her Curly Hair, Hareendran Kallinkeel
Bryant Literary Review
“I need a dagger,” Shiva says, “double-edged…and razor-sharp.”
The blacksmith turns from his furnace and stares at him in
surprise. What the hell is a renowned writer doing here? he thinks as he
stands up and walks towards Shiva.
That Thing, Susan Taylor Chehak
That Thing, Susan Taylor Chehak
Bryant Literary Review
My pap’s eyes are bad. It’s not the books or the computer, not the
peering at small letters on a page or on a screen. And it isn’t just a
consequence of age either. His peepers went bad a long time ago, when
he was young.
Fragments Of Mother, Sheree La Puma
Fragments Of Mother, Sheree La Puma
Bryant Literary Review
daughter, i rock your empty
cradle & ask myself,
how long will we
make war?
Bedside Vigil, Catherine Jagoe
Bedside Vigil, Catherine Jagoe
Bryant Literary Review
Because each night when I was pregnant
my husband rubbed my aching feet
and still does, when I’m grieving or in such pain
Red Fox On Zaleski Trail, Deborah Fleming
Red Fox On Zaleski Trail, Deborah Fleming
Bryant Literary Review
Vinton County, Ohio
On the trail through hillsides
twice shorn of woodlands
When Death Comes, Carol Tyx
When Death Comes, Carol Tyx
Bryant Literary Review
after Mary Oliver
When death comes
like the dentist,
sticking her hand
into your mouth,
Raul, Paul Lamar
Raul, Paul Lamar
Bryant Literary Review
On the twelfth day of his new job as a security guard outside of S–, one of M–’s finest men’s shops, Raul B– stumbled upon a unique answer to the question of store security, though he was never to be aware of his particular gift or its profound impact on crime in M–.
Our Tiny Somewhere, Martina Nicholson
Our Tiny Somewhere, Martina Nicholson
Bryant Literary Review
a description of Earth from Maria Popova
The speck in the last
Voyager photograph
was Earth,
The Music Box, Cliff Saunders
The Music Box, Cliff Saunders
Bryant Literary Review
Sing the gap between food and electricity
into a spirit unlike any other.
Borders, Mary Makofske
Borders, Mary Makofske
Bryant Literary Review
Drawn in ink or blood,
they unspool from history
to split mountains and valleys,
meander in rivers that twist
After Blake’S Songs Of Innocence And Experience, William Derge
After Blake’S Songs Of Innocence And Experience, William Derge
Bryant Literary Review
(on a work of art by Lisa Sheirer entitled Water Stories – Lilypons 2)
I.
Things were pretty clear then,
the pencil thin lines of reeds, curved like the hairs on a stevedore’s arm,
the sculptured reflections of clouds,
scabbing bark of sycamores or
rust scars on seasoned machinery,
Ode To A Lobster, Joshua Gage
Ode To A Lobster, Joshua Gage
Bryant Literary Review
Here, between thick-cut filets
and a sheet of crushed ice
bearing slabs of cod and salmon,
a tank of frothing water
and a lone lobster.
Silent Elegy, Anna Leigh Morrow
Silent Elegy, Anna Leigh Morrow
Bryant Literary Review
What I want to say is
there are no words.
The Missing You settles beneath my ribs like
Mud Minor Mass, Kevin Walker
Mud Minor Mass, Kevin Walker
Bryant Literary Review
Even Johann Sebastian Bach
had to fake it through the mirk
on merciless days,
The Clearest Night Sky, Carla Mcgill
The Clearest Night Sky, Carla Mcgill
Bryant Literary Review
The ending was glass breaking
stones falling from cliffs
The ending was a cat’s purr
the vanishing foam of waves
on all the shores he loved
A Sweet Kid, William Torphy
A Sweet Kid, William Torphy
Bryant Literary Review
I wait anxiously in the United terminal sipping a cup of coffee and feeling ungrounded. My nephew’s flight from Baltimore is late because of a severe weather system over the Midwest. My sister Kat tells me that Justin has become very selfish, even for a teenager, and that he lies and constantly tries to manipulate.
The Flood, Elizabeth Underwood
The Flood, Elizabeth Underwood
Bryant Literary Review
I wake
and I am alive
but the wine in my glass
from the night before
is dead.
Amends, Renay Costa
Amends, Renay Costa
Bryant Literary Review
Quinn searched the chalkboard menu of the café deliberating what the appropriate beverage would be. What does a soon-to-be-divorcée drink while composing a letter to the man she separated from about a month ago? Wine would be the obvious option, but she was now a member of Alcoholics Anonymous, and the letter was part of the ninth step, which required her to “make direct amends” to those she had harmed, and tonight she was attempting her amends to Gil, her soon-to-be ex-husband. A pumpkin spice latte, her regular order, seemed too saccharine and sentimental.
Fantasy, Joseph Murphy
Fantasy, Joseph Murphy
Bryant Literary Review
When I hear the mountain’s voice, words rise from a burnt page and a door in my heart swings open.