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Sexual LoveBy Nikolaus Euwer QuailBellMagazine.com Sexual love that strikes like a bolt, lightning the area with beams shining bright. A watery question, a curious need. Where is your lover, and what is your deed? Perhaps you should wait for a love that is pure, a moment that is sure and words that do purr. Yet what is a moment of sexual glee, and how is it unlike morality, see? Morals and sex, are they quite different, and do they come free? I’ll ask you again, when your mind is a tree. Sexual love, it strikes as a curiosity, deadly, sinful and full of stuffy heat. That lover you see, what will she be? Might she even be what you want her to be? Friend, we see like an old man waiting, waiting, waiting at the sea. Yet love is not here, nor ever was free, for sex is a question, a feeling evil, you see? And what do I know, but my own uncertainty; sexual love, how I wish it were free! #Poem #Poetry #CreativeWriting #SexualLove #Sex #KamaSutra
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Sticks & StonesVisit Carrie's Etsy shop here. #Jewelry #Metalwork #CarrieBilbo #CarrieBilboJewelry #SticksAndStones #TwigJewelry #NatureJewelry The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Unity"We are one, after all, you and I, together we suffer,
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The GhostBy Adreyo San QuailBellMagazine.com On still winter mornings, I wake to find the biscuits taken from the shelves and an eerie black cookie trail leading through the door to the frosty silence of the garden. The ghost has been visiting again. It’s when I wake to a clean kitchen and neat shelves that I feel December become a cold certainty in my heart. My dear ghost, you must continue to rampage in little-fingered ghoulery for my sake. Adreyo Sen, a resident of Kolkata, India, is pursuing his MFA at Stony Brook, Southampton. He has been published in Danse Macabre and Kritya.
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Amorphous ClaimsBy Ben Nardolilli QuailBellMagazine.com Caught between a no end job And a lack of family responsibilities, I am Mr. Freedom in the flesh, the one Prophesied by Mr. Jefferson And the We the People who spoke As one and three/fifths, two hundred plus Years ago in a parchment voice. I am not even chained by holding The chains that bind others, I supervise no one and fish for my dinner Out of dumpsters and crashed parties, No one waits for me to tip them After flashing fathoms of fake smiles, And I cut my own hair with fork and knife Someone please set off fireworks To announce my arrivals and departures, I am all for myself, enough to warrant Some extra bunting in the rafters As well as conventions and tall sailing Ships sitting like white wooden icebergs In the harbors I expose myself too. #Poem #Poetry #CreativeWriting #BenNardolli #FreeMan #Mr.Jefferson
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Bluebird#Bluebird #Illustration #VictoriaBorges #BlueAndOrange #WhiteDress
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Las Lucas Que Ilustran As a bilingual and bicultural student trying to discover my film potential at the California State Summer School for the Arts Pre-College Film and Video Program at Cal Arts, I decided to make a short in Spanish. I wanted it to touch upon the struggle of cultural identity and equality in society currently. This English subtitled video conveys the message that everyone wants the same things such as a prosperous life or healthy family. I hope it reminds audiences that ethnicity or heritage do not signify that humans are different from each other when it comes down to our basic desires, hopes and dreams. The group of actresses wrapped in white strings of lights suggests the majority in society while the group of actresses in multi-colored lights represents the minorities in society. As the multi-colored, multi-cultural lights attempt to approach the white lights, the color lights are shown they are not welcomed. I chose to use stings of lights make the video seem less aggressive as well as more digestible and inspiring. #Film #BiancaValle #LasLucasQueIlustran #Bilingual #CalArts #ShortFilm #Spanish #Subtitles #MultiCultural
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The Way#Illustration #TheWay #JeeShaunWang #Escalator #PinkAndGreen
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Ghast#Ghast #Photography #Mask #ChristaDickson #PhotoSet #Lace
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The Hanging GardensBy Sarah Sullivan QuailBellMagazine.com I have never liked snakes, but on my thirteenth birthday my father married me off to the serpent-king. His kingdom was a desert, his palace a maze of burrows. On my wedding night he slithered into the bedchamber, his fangs stained with wine. He tore my dress with scaly hands, ran his dreaded fingers down the nerves of my hips, and made me his. As queen of the desert I had trunks full of jewelry and closets bursting with satin gowns, yet I longed for my mountain home- the bowed trees bearing pomegranates ripe as nipples, as warm and soothing as the bosom of my wet nurse. I grew weak with sorrow and ague. Worried, the king ordered a great garden built of sloping terraces lined in ash and fir trees from which hung sweet figs and grapes. But before they were finished, I died. My husband the snake-eyed swallowed me whole in remembrance. #TheHangingGardens #Poetry #Snake #SerpentKing #Garden #Poem #CreativeWriting
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