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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–.

Fragments Of Mother, Sheree La Puma

Bryant Literary Review

daughter, i rock your empty

cradle & ask myself,

how long will we

make war?

Could We Be Coyotes, George Longenecker

Bryant Literary Review

who howl all night behind the house,

whose ancestors mated with wolves?

Our Tiny Somewhere, Martina Nicholson

Bryant Literary Review

a description of Earth from Maria Popova

The speck in the last

Voyager photograph

was Earth,

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.

Abjection In Fiction: A Study Of Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde, Emily Jobe

The Kennesaw Journal of Undergraduate Research

Julia Kristeva’s focus on understanding what the abject is and how it is manifested plays a key role in this essay. This essay argues that abjection informs the representation of dual personality and addiction in Robert Louis Stevenson’s Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. By determining what is an abject for Jekyll through an analysis of the characters and plot development, this essay argues that not only is abjection possible for an individual, but it is a necessity of fiction. Using literary and psychoanalytic scholarship and theory, this essay demonstrates key factors in figuring out what, how, …

Scar 33, Bruce Bond

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 81

Asphalt, Paul Bone

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 83-84

Promise Never, Leigh Anne Couch

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 95

Leaf-Scum, David Bottoms

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 89

Dear Editor Who Apologized For Taking Six Months To Reject My Poems And Said They Came Close, Sean Thomas Dougherty

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 106

Asshole, Maria Nazos

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 173

The Diarist, Stephen Kampa

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 148-152

The Shopping, Leona Sevick

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 185-186

Nature Vs. Nurture, Phillip Sterling

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 192

Echosystem, Chad Parmenter

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 174-176

Featured Poet: Betty Adcock, Birmingham Poetry Review Staff

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 1-4

Passed Out Drunk Reading Robert Penn Warren, Todd Hearon

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 126-132

Unearth, Chad Davidson

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 101-102

Enduring Freedom, Amber Adams

Birmingham Poetry Review

p. 69

Rattlesnake Religion, Sarah Morgan

Bryant Literary Review

We tried to trap rabbits
lit ants on fire with matchsticks

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Gunn Hill, Pat Daneman

Bryant Literary Review

Given time, a place becomes a thing

small enough to hold in memory’s grip,

strong enough to struggle free. Frightened

The Messenger - Spring 2020

The Messenger

The objective of The Messenger is to encourage the appreciation and exploration of the creative arts on the University of Richmond campus. Since 1876, The Messenger has celebrated student work by publishing submissions in a literary and visual arts magazine. More information on the magazine, as well as past publications since 1987, can be found on messengerur.wordpress.com.

MEMORY

the act or fact of retaining and recalling impressions, facts, etc.

to draw from memory.

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“I think it is all a matter of love:

the more you love a memory,

the stronger and stranger it is.”

Vladimir Nabokov

To Tell The Truth And Find That It Is Music: An Interview With Betty Adcock, Lana K W Austin

Birmingham Poetry Review

pp. 27-44