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what story is toldBy Patrick Hurley QuailBellMagazine.com what story is told in an unknown language? song of wide open spaces The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Cracks in the SidewalkBy Nicole Zelniker QuailBellMagazine.com Yesterday, I came across the street where you lived, Thinking intently of Olive Garden breadsticks And the price of Grand Central train tickets. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Sound Walk By Newton Smith QuailBellMagazine.com Who knew when we began our walk down the streets of this old town what sounds and small talk we’d hear as we strolled around? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Doll EyesThe first thing that I noticed were the eyes. She had such visibly wanting eyes, as if she was staring right into me, asking me for something. I shook my head to myself, pulling myself away. It was silly. She was a doll. Her eyes were no more real than the Barbies I owned when I was growing up, leaving them in clumps, scattered on my bedroom floor. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Fairy Queen She wanted to be queen
of the fairies and live on the top of the tree displacing the star. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Years LaterBy Harry Palacio QuailBellMagazine.com
She lays here resting with her cigarette watching the starless sky through the window frame, meeting eyes from time to time. The quiet filling a violet darkness finding it's way into the room. My mind is worked up about an undisclosed emotion that doesn't seem to come to light, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
NepalBy Harry Palacio QuailBellMagazine.com Hiking up the long drift of mountain into town The Holy man blessed us in a happy beginnings ceremony, a solemn puja He chanted Sanskrit mantras and touched our Ajna chakra, I had a moment of deja vu as I remembered this place from a dream I had years ago The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Where Are You?By Hardeep Sabharwal QuailBellMagazine.com Often he sends the pictures of his friends and relatives, With a caption like this, "In Australia", "In Canada", "In Paris", "In UK", And wonders, where are you? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
DownpourBy Harry Palacio QuailBellMagazine.com
Humid air and the quiet buzzing of a floor fan, I open a blind and let in the cool air, the rain pronounces its voice, copper keys shimmering in the night, an occasional car parting the waves, streets emptying at 12:00AM finding their way home perhaps, the upper lip of heaven bites The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
I Eat StreetlightsI eat streetlights in a buffet of night And look on westward to see th’ rising moon. I swoon into your generous breath’s tight Whirlwind, which carves out a magical rune. |