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Barium
Swallow this barium so I can see the sky of you
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Humboldt
By Tom Larsen
QuailBellMagazine.com
“Get the gate for me will ya, pardner?”
Steve pecks at it, arms cradled in duffel bags. He’s been calling everyone “pardner” for a week now in clear violation of the code. I work the twisted length of wire. “Other way.” “What the hell do we need a gate for anyway?” “Looks like your finger’s bleeding.” I yank the loop off the post. The gate drops on my foot like it always does. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
At night I dream about going home
By David Groulx
QuailBellMagazine.com
At night I dream about going home
at night I dream of moose gallop through the wood and partridge hidden beneath the frozen snow waiting the spring The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Not Any Place At All
She hunts for four leaf clovers
among patches across the field |