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Bad Accident, Amy Lawless

Bryant Literary Review

I lose touch with reality. I reach my arm out to my future, to the myself who knows there’s no trace of cancer, the benefits of preventative care, the past is in the past, the complete competence of his medical team, but I don’t reach back.

Dear Breast Cancer,, Clara Burghelea

Bryant Literary Review

You smell of clean skin, cent-free armpits, choked-up, hard to swallow nausea, bubble gum flavor in the hair from the 11-year-old in the car. You see we drove 200 miles, woke up at wee hours to ditch traffic, had breakfast in the car, cold waffles, gulped on bad coffee, rode the highway on TikTok noise, before I knew it, I had arms around my shoulders, chewing gum love next to my right ear.

Thank You Terror, 2, Mathias Svalina

Bryant Literary Review

If one is lucky

one will find

Thank You Terror, 3, Mathias Svalina

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My Father's Last Disappointment, Ellie Anderson

Bryant Literary Review

He had a name like cashmere, Kazimierz,

but changed it to Charles (and went by Charlie)

Grand Union, Ellie Anderson

Bryant Literary Review

I have a photo of Daddy

in front of the Grand Union Hotel.

Not Easy, Ellie Anderson

Bryant Literary Review

I was talking to my father,

“Don’t call me ‘the kid’ anymore.

Watching My Daughter’S Tap Recital, David O'Connel

Bryant Literary Review

I think of Mrs. B, my typing teacher

that summer before high school

Nightly Feats Of Survival, Jonathan Greenhause

Bryant Literary Review

The infinite sky’s shrunk into a rectangle of wan light, the earth

cradling the captive like a clam clasps its pearl,

In The Night, A Song, Tyrel Kessinger

Bryant Literary Review

I wish I had the kind of shadow

that would carry my darkness

instead of only being its shape.

Absence Doesn't Soften The Grass, Yvonne Higgins Leach

Bryant Literary Review

Seeing that my dog is old and dying, my neighbor said:

That’s why I never got one. Truth is, they always die before you do.

The Family Bends, Jason Talbot

Bryant Literary Review

Evenings, sitting quietly

with grandpa

his hands, too much

for mice and rabbits.

The Family Bends Ii, Jason Talbot

Bryant Literary Review

Hands

once swollen in prayer, and

arms

stiff like branches,

whipping papier-mâché

heads.

A Welling, Carol Ann Wilburn

Bryant Literary Review

I embrace the lightness

of this Kentucky March

wearing not the edges

of a dim January

but the fertile shoots of April.

Airborne, Carol Ann Wilburn

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Every change below

tells me I’m farther away

from him.

Heirloom, Carol Ann Wilburn

Bryant Literary Review

She lets go

of her secret

long held prisoner by the mahogany

four-poster

The Cantaloupe From Peoria, Dane Cervine

Bryant Literary Review

In 1941, an Oxford policeman, while pruning his roses, scratched his face on a thorn. Ignoring the slight cut, it grew infected, spread, taking his eye and bringing him close to death.

Live In The Mood, Mark Taksa

Bryant Literary Review

My toes under a bench, I could be floating

as I watch breeze bend the passersby.

Thank You Terror, 1, Mathias Svalina

Bryant Literary Review

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God Mansplains Anger To Me, Amy Lawless

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Mosaic: A Lifetime Of Poems, Emma F. Bowen

Honors Projects

In hopes of providing a clearer picture of the aging process and its effects on our personalities, follow this collection of poems through diary-like entries of individuals navigating their lives from daycare, heartbreak, and loneliness. The impact that development can have on our psychological well-being and brains is fascinating and feels familiar. Why do we see the world so differently when we are young? As we grow older, what is so important that makes us shift how we view ourselves and our environment multiple times? It is often seen that each generation shares like-mindedness throughout their lives – why?

The Old, Forgotten Way, Abigail Stout

Calliope

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[Untitled Love Letter], Collin Parish

Calliope

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My Scheherazade, Tristen Nichols

Calliope

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Moths, Tristen Nichols

Calliope

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Spider In The Snow, Scarlet Mebane

Calliope

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On Primitive Baptist Hymn Singing, Mary Linscheid

Calliope

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Stitches, Mary Linscheid

Calliope

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Sleep Paralysis, Willard Hanson

Calliope

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Letter To The Past And Plea To The Gods, Equinox Eubank

Calliope

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