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)
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Shadow Child Whisper, shadow child. Whisper, towering pines. On the pathway, I follow behind pulled by an invisible cord Swifts It is as loud as Babel in the ancient oak limbs this scrupulously clear October day Quo Fata Ferunt Kill tragedy, the significance of events in scenic magnificence leads to nothing. The Occult Danseuse And The Stranger I 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 – wings gather the milkBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com  5. wings gather the milk of moon’s pale brume the mouth of distant waters 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 Tonight I think of animal soundsBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com  3. Tonight I think of animal sounds the sound of wolves, inconsolable water-veiled gut of guiltBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com  4. water-veiled gut of guilt, your death praises wholeness on my altar |
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