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ZucchettinaWords by Jennifer Hernandez QuailBellMagazine.com Giant pumpkin
discarded on forest floor womb-like pulsing discovered by prince heaved by servants into royal coach clip-clopped to sleep (prince dreaming of soups of pies) The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Shadow ChildWhisper, shadow child. Whisper, towering pines. On the pathway, I follow behind pulled by an invisible cord The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
SwiftsIt is as loud as Babel in the ancient oak limbs this scrupulously clear October day The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Quo Fata FeruntKill tragedy, the significance of events in scenic magnificence leads to nothing. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Occult Danseuse And The StrangerI applied Kohl on my blue eyelids; My lips trembled as I brushed my lipstick The shade was maroon, like my menstrual blood I need to dance tonight – The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
wings gather the milkBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com 5. wings gather the milk of moon’s pale brume the mouth of distant waters The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Clinging to Baby Teeth By Emily Warzeniak QuailBellMagazine.com Some say you’re crazed If you stare at the sun, But they don’t understand The shamanic desperation The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Tonight I think of animal soundsBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com 3. Tonight I think of animal sounds the sound of wolves, inconsolable The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
water-veiled gut of guiltBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com 4. water-veiled gut of guilt, your death praises wholeness on my altar The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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