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Shoes of the VictimsOn a beautiful autumn day, I was strolling along the bank of the Danube River on the Pest side in Budapest, Hungary. Double-decked cruise ships that crisscross the river ferrying tourists between various European countries were passing by in both directions. I could hear the fragments of conversations as well as sweet sound of music emanating from those ships. On the bank, the tourists along with the local residents were also appreciating the glorious day. I was taking the walk after paying a visit to the country’s Parliament Building, an iconic landmark of the city. Suddenly, I noticed a collection of shoes scattered on the bank at a distance ahead of me. It was as if their owners just took them off to dip their toes in the water. But I could not see anybody in the water.
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About TimeBy Lindsay McLeod QuailBellMagazine.com Sold worn caressed by oversight
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The LoversHow many times have I divined
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The ArtistI am about to enter his studio. I want to leave my heart at the door.
-Come in, he says. I cannot trace emotion in his voice, as if we were strangers. But ten years ago, before the accident, we were not. I modeled for him back then. With this dress on, and then without. So I don’t need to feel this space with my hands and legs. He has always liked mapping it by his paintings' sizes and shapes, I can trust that I’ll find my way. His studio, his kingdom. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Crescent and the Moon and MoreBy Orooj-e-Zafar QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Previously published at The Fem, America is Not the World anthology by Pankhearst, Rising Phoenix Review, Stirred Poetry: FOREST issue. The Crescent and the Moon
1. Pakistan, you clean-cut emerald, sweltering against Arabian blue: flags on foreign lands make us happier than standing and staring, knee-deep in wheat harvest. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Beauty Parlor, Doll, and Motherly LoveWords by Lynn White QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Previously published in Guide To Kulchur Creative Journal, ITWOW, She Did It Anyway Anthology, and Yellow Chair Review. Beauty Parlor
Step inside my parlor, my pampering parlor. You will be remade, reborn, stroked and smoothed, petted and prodded, cosseted and curled, given the attention you deserve as well as a new face and shiny new hair. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Recovery Plus for a Chronic Broken HeartPACKAGE LEAFLET – INFORMATION FOR THE USER
Recovery Plus – 12-week treatment program for a chronic broken heart. Read this leaflet carefully before you start Recovery Plus: • keep this leaflet. You may need to read it again. • if you have any further questions, ask your doctor. • Recovery Plus has been prescribed for you. Do not pass it on to others. It may harm them, even if their symptoms are the same as yours. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
When You Get Caught Between the Net and New Moon Citysuch a rich mix
from snail to antelope some angry caustic and aloof others gloat in silence Probably .orgs or .edu New Yorker/Harpers wannabes submit this way or we the be, abort this verse Controlling and suppressing through tone and iambic protocol The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Last Dance (Climate Tears)the slow-burn endures
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The Book of QuailsHi, I’m Wormling and I am a worm. But if you’re a quail, you might call me ‘Dinner.’
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