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After the Final PushAfter the final push the color of silence spread like a stain drenching the air so blue and flaccid so long awaited The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Mr. Bingo's Ice Cream ShoppeMr. Bingo came out of the walk-in freezer carrying a large carton of pistachio-lime ice cream. He placed the carton in the display case, then adjusted his hat that resembled the top of a swirled vanilla ice cream cone. He went back into the freezer and brought out a carton of chocolate-potato chip ice cream and placed it in the display case. By the time he had filled the display cases it was 10:30. He looked around the shop, and satisfied that everything was in order, he turned the open sign hanging on the front door to face outside. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
EnvoiI once wrote about wanting to breathe in the air of an indigo sky. Intuition possesses this color, even in the dark. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
CoverWords by David P. Rogers QuailBellMagazine.com On the cover of my notebook
I drew a leaf The leaf needed a branch so I drew an oak The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Such FunIt was such fun to jump in autumn puddles, that made mud spatters on my red wellies and pale, sun starved legs, in weather too wet to kick up the leaves that lay swept soggily into piles. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The ReliefIt was well past twelve thirty in the night. The sermon for tomorrow finally lay completed in front of father Jacob who removed his spectacle and put them in the case on the table. His fatigue showed in the reddish shade of his otherwise clear eyes. Yes, the day had been tiring. He had got up at six in the morning and fetched water from the well, a couple of furlongs away from his three-roomed mud-house. Having finished with the daily chores by eight, he had left for the church to return late in the evening. This way of life was now a routine for him. Personal convenience had never come in the way of his service for others. Being single, and having had practically no family life since the time he had started thinking for himself, it was his relationships with people based on a spirit of compassion and love that had compensated for the family-emotion quotient. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Deep Cold of WinterBy M.J.Iuppa QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: First published in Poetry Storehouse, 2014. Collected into This Thirst, Kelsay Books, 2017. Is there a chance I will get a clear look at these woods? Framed in our picture window, trees huddle close together, a tight space I’ve drawn in pen & ink, in watery blues The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Parable of the CricketBy M.J. Iuppa QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: First published in Poetry Storehouse, 2014. Collected into This Thirst, Kelsay Books, 2017. It’s risky letting me into your farmhouse. One of me will wreck your solitude. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
disturbance of thoughtsBy Patrick Hurley QuailBellMagazine.com
disturbance of thoughts progresses apace |