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The Wine of the SoulI picked a smiling flower out of a future city
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Smoke From A Distant FireYou show me this world to reveal its seductive beauty.
The unpleasant dream that awakens you to tell you how pretty you are When you fall from great height's into your own hands. The reddening of your palms from gripping that moment too hard your fingertips can no longer move with the dexterity to sculpt anything because that effigy was burned long ago. They cut the stem of the weeping statute that wilted, too brittle to even cast a shadow for itself. And you've dreamt about this before you could even remember how pieces of you were broken into ruble and how they still fit together that even from a distance, they still resemble you. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Oak GallRemember a green chiffon ball
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The Day Alexa Took Over Daniel's LifeBy Sankar Chatterjee QuailBellMagazine.com Millennial Daniel Frank grew up with all the wonders of modern-day invention.
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The Persian Legendssay the slaves of Tyre in a revolt slew every free citizen and grabbed the wheels
of government on their glittering Oz in the sea as the last smear of sun slid from the blue blade of the horizon and the Mediterranean moaned and shed its robes of purple gold like a shadow sinking from the walls of a public brothel. One rebel, taking pity, hid his master’s son in a closet. That boy, Strato, later became king on the festival day the city declared the first one to spy sunrise would claim the throne. Rather than strain east with the rabble he spun west and cried out when the molten blaze of morning struck the tallest buildings. From Strato came “stratosphere” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Deep CutsThe wild burning
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Hidden MotionSomeone explain why through summer sun
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RoadkillBy Dana Chiueh QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This has been previously published in Sprout Magazine. we talk femicides like roadkill.
like could we have saved the 500 Guatemalan women who turn up every year face down, so commonplace the blood flows like water through the ditches, ravines, sides of the road. mutilation, disfigurement, stab—don’t you dare tell me your honor is worth their life. and the suffocated Chechnyan woman found by police during a routine checkup in her father’s front seat on the way to his burial spot The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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United Goldfish of AmericaNow you ask, How did this happen?
Now you ask, How did we let this happen? Now you ask, What are we going to do? Now you post, It’ll never be the same. Now you post, It’s time for us to do something. Now you post, It’s time for us to stand up. |