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Sixteen, Female, BlackWords by Dana Chiueh Image by Gretchen Gales @GGalesQuailBell QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This has been previously published in S/tick Journal. i.
he asks me what color my jeans are as i twist a lock of hair. a habit i haven’t relapsed into since age ten. i say cerulean. my favorite crayon in kindergarten. he says they look good. that i can pull it off because i have the body. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Due NorthBetween twilight
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Wrong Side of the TracksOn some cool gutpunch ripple nights when you walk in old jackboots swollen with rough slough concrete some nights you walk like you’re an upside down undercurrent like a high rise rip tide when you curl up on the Escher staircases of chilly rooming houses and saloons singing warbling sweet sixteen some nights when you crack the bank vaults of heaven or roll the luscious earth some nights when you backstroke in a driving coat soul a thousand times your size lifted from light fingered cloakrooms across violent violet hours and miles when you pack your cracked fishbowl mind in your trick pocket safe check man you could rifle through each one find a new name a new pawn ticket a new set of spindle thrift papers showing your papers
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Joey Potter’s CreekShe tried to draw her future, and the commercial break
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The City of Angel's SmileWords by Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing Zhang Image by Gretchen Gales @GGalesQuailBell QuailBellMagazine.com The silvery and white words of the kingdom of the moon
shone in the dream last night The king of giants in the huge cities of prehistoric times presented me the gem book of the soul The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Invisible AlienClick here to listen.The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Heaven Looks a lot Like the MallWords by Dana Chiueh QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This has been previously published in Apprehension Magazine. Walking inside, the smells of fluorescent bulbs blind me
These wide corridors bisected by carts selling Pillow Pets and the newest hand creams, eager attendants, noncommittal customers still thinking about that gorgeous Anthro sweater they can't afford (yet, they tell themselves, but soon.) The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Holly BushI wait—by the window
if near, if not, by an open field. Ever green, a prick of hope, wakens the lower soul—as you do. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
AuguryNight flying white moths are the souls of the dead, who in this form take farewell of these earth.
The girl was one of two but not as you would think. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Lush
Directed & photographed by Christine Stoddard
Written & narrated & composed by Deniz Zeynep Edited by David Fuchs QuailBellMagazine.com Lush from Quail Bell Productions on Vimeo. |