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With Rocks and SticksBy Starling Root QuailBellMagazine.com He collects beetles Or so he claims He’s morbid That’s what the neighbors say He’s sick That’s what the mothers warn All of them once had lives The beetles I mean He pummels them with rocks and stabs them with sticks Impaling them He collects beetles Or so he claims The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Dream GiverBy Tyler Carter QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Burning HeartBy Luna Lark QuailBellMagazine.com At the birth of cockcrow he’s set for sea On a treacherous voyage without me O! The regret madly boils through my veins And how I agonize over these pains It’s as if the bird has been plucked from the tree As if the flower has been torn from the bee What would happen if he did not return? I believe my heart would very well burn The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Plum Flower DeerBy Crush Production Company QuailBellMagazine.com The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Elegy By Edith Vasquez QuailBellMagazine.com _
You are here, yes you are oh my Reader I supplicate you be new to yourself While the noise grows so wearily weary The glare from the window is reflecting And if you have noticed, I sing for you. For the unspeakable (ineffable) Objects known as words with nowhere to go These things eat you up yet seem a fable Clattering the echoes soon overtake and harmonies once rich have been stripped dry the very letters of this elegy composed by its own need to desire what peace held forth as promising lifetimes have become unbearable despite rhyme The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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ValentinesBy Starling Root QuailBellMagazine.com Valentines never meant anything to me Envelopes of glassy love is what they’ll always be He isn’t sending his heart away to a country foreign I shouldn’t settle for pipettes of passion When I could swim in an open sea The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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