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Making History, Charles Webb

Bryant Literary Review

Columbus didn't think, "I've discovered
America!" He was happy just to find dry land.

Gift-Wrapped, Daniel M. Jaffe

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Will there come a point during your El Al flight home from Israel when you can politely question the elderly man in the middle seat beside you as to why, during taxi yet before take-off, he ensconced himself toe-to-head within a 30-gallon, heavy-duty, clear plastic trash bag?

Poem For Humphrey Bogart, Herman Bush

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You always said the world
was three drinks behind,

At The Post Office, Martha Christina

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A blue tooth device
glows behind the ear

Heist, Rachael Colasanto

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Your scent lingers on my pillow.
You've entered my space,
The place for my thoughts.

Lost Memory, Jane Stuart

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You were--
you are--
a dream

The Strap, Ruth Latta

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"Carmen? Carmen Lawrence? Where are you, girl?"

I peeked through the planks of the porch stairs

She Feeds Me Now, Susan Johnson

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I read cookbooks as if they were ancient texts,
the life of grandmother's grandmother translated

Phantom, Adam Matson

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The pinky finger betrayed her. It sent a signal to Martin, who reached out from beneath the frilly cuff of his costume and grasped it.

Cul-De-Sac, Dennis Saleh

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The night at
the door is
torn and frayed

The Accident, Victoria Melekian

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I pass the stone walls
of the bridge. Bouquets

Clown School In France, Lee Kisling

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How do these two things fit together--
the rain falls on the just and the unjust, and yet

Moving On, Joyce S. Brown

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Twenty minutes into death
and whatever happens there,

Seashells Never Say Much Anyway, Joshua R. Mora Pagkalinawan

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Envelope me in your existence
until the mailman gets tired

Former Things Are Passed Away, Rebecca Melnyk

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I.

On Saturdays, Daddy likes to take the Coupe Deville through the

center of town,

Elvis At The Dunkin Donuts, Gregg Moglia

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Coffee at hand I sit alone and begin
To read some Walt Whitman

Modern Peasantry, Mark Smith

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Are you not yet cognizant,
my people, of how your television

Lost At Sea, Dylan Thomas

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One dark day
my love was washed away

Hoo Doo Interests, Allison Whittenberg

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MaMa Fontaine stirs gumbo in a big rusty pot
telling me that joy is squashing a pregnant roach

A Fried Egg, Ellen Cooney

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a fried egg
a small sun

A Scarlet Tanager Alights On A Branch, John Grey

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The stopping, admiring,
is all on my side.

Class Mate, John Kristofco

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"Hey, has anybody seen my Hawthorne?" Terrence Terrill poked his head into the small living room.

Saguaro, Dennis Saleh

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The desert night

touches the air

like the perfume

of a woman

War Story, Brian Taylor

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A barrage of bullets sprays through the air,

crossing the battlefield as the enemy pushes forward.

Luke's Dad, Cari Oleskewicz

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Ellen needs a drink, and wants to slap her sister for suggesting a fountain soda at the food court.

Alzheimer's, Theadora Siranian

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At night an ancient giant with smooth blue skin

pulls the stopper from the bottom of the world,

Where The Grass Is Greener, Paul Sohar

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Although very little of the late April sunshine actually wedged itself down to the pavement, the narrow streets of lower Manhattan

The Madness Of Ida Mae, Christine Bagley

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I stood in line at Stop & Shop in my Liz Taylor wig and a tight yellow pantsuit that pulled across my fanny like an ace bandage.

Learning To Shoot At Things That Moved, Rick Benjamin

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Soup-cans, tires searing in the summer

air, coke bottles so old the red rubbed

Late Projection, Rick Benjamin

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My twin turns toward the camera

he's propped into the elbow