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At a Poetry Reading

at a poetry reading a chuckle stifled so as not to offend stuffy countenances of serious subversives rebuke the light of heart laughter, after all never brought down       a house Shelly Bryant divides her year between Shanghai and Singapore, working … Continue reading

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In Captivity, by the Streams of Babylon

in captivity, by the streams of Babylon in captivity, by the streams of Babylon in captivity, by the streams of Babylon in captivity, by the streams of Babylon in captivity, by the streams of Babylon in captivity, by the streams … Continue reading

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Random Access Memory

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Train

coerce push thrust propel drive motor engine locomotive prohibit outlaw criminal crook bend curve contour line Train instruct tell tattle gossip prattle babble drone passenger work-out exercise use exploit manipulate steer pilot aviator Shelly Bryant divides her year between Shanghai … Continue reading

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From Etna Flows

from Etna flows a crimson stream stones of paler carmine afloat on its face in Ajo, silence two hours passed since the furious storm the fountain in the square quieted this while leaps into life anew its waters rage in … Continue reading

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Nothing to Fear But Panic Itself

a response to Juel’s oil on canvas Panic Attack in her yin and yang existence       is she bursting             from a field of flowers             into a scorpion storm       or does she escape             from a scorpion swarm             into floral bliss       does she … Continue reading

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Sichuan, c. 1990

at the base of an unbranched stem the dragon and phoenix linger their vigil of three thousand years offers an immortal harvest coppery-skinned peaches unearthed reborn to life everlasting Shelly Bryant divides her year between Shanghai and Singapore, working as … Continue reading

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City

conceive begin set out planted farmed cultivated sophisticated urbane put aside keep store cache hoard amass build up urban City municipal civil courteous polite deferential respectful dutiful scrupulous ghetto slum settlement arrangement design plot conspiracy scheme Shelly Bryant splits her … Continue reading

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afterglow…

afterglow of the big bang — a textured cosmos Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore and Shanghai, working as a translator, freelance writer, researcher, and student of Chinese language and culture. She is the author of two volumes of … Continue reading

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she tried to erase him…

she tried to erase him with sex drugs and drink and when she had grown with trips to a shrink at the end of her quest imagine the stink when at last she learned he was written in ink Shelly … Continue reading

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steam from the pavement…

steam from the pavement       after sudden summer rains no method to its movement       passing from one phase to another rising instead in random swirls and curls       like grief, unstaged Lily Sun and Shelly Bryant have collaborated on many projects together over the years, … Continue reading

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On Tour

On Luoyang’s outskirts, outside the tomb of Bai, I can’t help but wonder how he ever wrote a word here, much less enough poetry to fill the walls of a winding corridor. Structures from his time and long before stand … Continue reading

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Moon

constancy faithfulness high fidelity hi-fi stereo radio transmitter/receiver signaler satellite fickle wavering unbalanced off-kilter uneven untidy disorder chaotic madness Moon inconstant changeable malleable flexible supple soft quiet tranquil serene orbit revolution coup mutiny rebellion insubordination defiance recalcitrance obstreperousness Shelly Bryant … Continue reading

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Seismic

I was your rock       you always said stability in troubled times unmoving in a turbulent world an old cliche       in an evolving idiom she, I suppose       is your tectonic shift changing your map’s face       so gradually you don’t even notice … Continue reading

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Mount St. Helens: Crater Glacier

winter’s snow bisecting a lava pool — yin and yang                   advancing                   morainal termini —                   magma domes embraced first freeze icy face’s shine — laced with black ash Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore and Shanghai, working as a teacher, … Continue reading

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Palm

current flow circulate disseminate scatter sow plant tree vacant void emit eject expel excrete secrete hide Palm hand give proffer tender delicate exquisite elegant refined hold retain keep stay strut swagger bluster bombast Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore … Continue reading

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Fire and Ice

crater’s frosts a in wound cocoon hollow glacial lava hollow wound lava a glacial crater’s in cocoon frosts glacial in cocoon hollow frosts lava a crater’s wound Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore and Shanghai, working as a teacher, … Continue reading

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Border Skirmish

if you keep changing       your name how may I call you       or even remember the ground that held me       losing its label turns again foreign soil land where i loved       lost in loyalties realigned Shelly Bryant splits her time between … Continue reading

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Bedroom Eyes

he awakes and looks into the eye that opens at that precise same instant recognizing       at last the glint of longing and love there       as his own       reflected in her titanium torso Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore and … Continue reading

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Mined, Minted

living tissue takes on gangrene’s golden tone mined out from belly’s depths carted to the fires purifying flames purge the rot with what face to stamp this coinage Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore and Shanghai, working as a … Continue reading

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At the Renaissance Festival

clothes may one day make a man or so the old saying goes this head gear from another time and place just beyond the world that we know — what voices may it channel to converse inside your head? what … Continue reading

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She is Prose

She is prose. She is not like the daffodil, or the rose, or any other flowery sort of thing. Everyone knows her, but no one writes poetry preserving her glory on the page for posterity. She is not like the … Continue reading

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Recyclables

a buzz in the ear the voice of Ms. Evans “I’ll send in the next one. Last of the day.” the day’s last interview from the desktop’s open file a familiar tale flits by under skilled eye’s scan in his … Continue reading

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clutching an inky quill…

clutching an inky quill       his mind wanders to youth’s glory days in his craft he continues       through the faded light of lost magic the aged fabulist       tightly weaves his colorless threads Shelly Bryant splits her time between Singapore and Shanghai, … Continue reading

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A Romance

death imbibed from a shining goblet shared by a wounded       dragon-slaying singer and the girl       with golden hair thoughts of their king weigh on their heads staining their pleasures       with a gilt pallor their bed halved       by his sacred sword … Continue reading

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