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Sowing The Seeds, Janet Proulx

Bryant Literary Review

Grandfather would sit in a rocker by the window

smoking a pipe and gazing upon his bountiful garden

Robots, Joseph Scott (J.S.) Kierland

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The Major drove north along 95 into the oncoming darkness. The sun hung low over the desert behind him,

Rooms (Re)Visited, Megan E. Hilands

The Mercury

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Doe River Gorge, Elizabeth J. Elliott

The Mercury

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A Ghost On Earth, Alive, Nina Li

The Mercury

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Evolving, Kelli Allen

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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The Most Beautiful Woman I’Ve Ever Seen, Iréne Mathieu

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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I Feel In Your Absence All Rain, Jenn Monroe

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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Face Down Days, William Stratton

The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose

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Verso

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Title Page

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Table Of Contents

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Editor's Note

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Papa, Scott Walmsley

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His crow's feet walked a thousand miles

His dark bags carried all his treasures.

Poison Pie, Jeannie Galeazzi

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What I'd done wasn't exactly a crime. The "Help Wanted" sign I'd spotted just this morning was gone,

Leonard Cohen Sings All Night, John Tustin

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Leonard Cohen sings all night

on my miserable wet black drive

Hoodoo, T. M. (Michael) Bemis

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I grew up in a small town about fifty miles north of New York City called Briarwood.

Waiting For The Sun, Nina Bennett

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Venice Beach is smaller than I imagined,

not large enough to hold its history

Nights When Father Jived With Demon Rum, Madelyn Garner

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Dogs yelped. Mother spat blood. Which explains

the slamming of doors, clawing through back room windows,

Bingo, Seth Benton

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Mosquitoes spatter the wall

beside us as the sweet rot

smell of marsh at low tide

Small Fires, Keith Alexander

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Ryszard turns in a clearing

with a finger to his lips.

It is fall, dead fall, ssssh,

Interruption, Keith Alexander

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A cow in the meat yard opened its mouth

and out poured the voice of Bessie Smith.

The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey

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reminds me of the porcupine

reared by a manatee, the raven

The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson

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The mouth opens like a dumpster lid

and, trained to toss, we all comply,

Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf

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Next time you walk by my bedroom

in your hulk of spectral dust

with a gust of Thor and thunder, stop

Horses, Gladys Goldberg

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The sorrel who eats carrots

from my hand

A drift of gold in his thick mane,

The Passenger Seat, Madeline Wise

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Rudy called his ex-wife from a dealership in San Francisco and blurted out, "I've got it, Mimi, and it's all mine!

The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung

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Of course they took your iPod,

those fabulously large sunglasses,

Fly In The Air, Judy Klass

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...strafes the dinner party guests but does not land, cuts through the invisible gases jagged,

A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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It's cold

but I stay

standing in the road