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Arriving Into The World of My Body By Jennifer Lothrigel QuailBellMagazine.com I arrived like a river
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Of invisible purple s(h)ores.By Madhubanti Talukdar QuailBellMagazine.com I
Pirate ship – we sink in muted laughter. Pinwheel in the air, throwing colors to the wind, we race across a river of green. There is dust in our eyes. Two shadows race down an old library Huddle close, pore over the alchemy of words, Read Borges in lamplight. An odd, pathetic pair. My knees wobble like badly piled ice-cream scoops. In the ravaged purple light of Dusk I let my goodbyes fly. So we too became the people we vowed we’d never become. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The VoicesBy John Richmond QuailBellMagazine.com He had literally worked for years — making a considerable effort- to put himself into the role of being an outside observer so as to be aware and cognizant of when he was in a dream-state, but that night, in the hotel — surrounded by the constant and nondescript “white noise” that routinely was constantly present- he was brought to a psycho-emotional threshold that was unlike anything he had experienced ever before. It was the first time in his life that the dreams ceased and the voices — both male and female who seemed to be talking about what to do with him — began.
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BeltaneBy James Prenatt QuailBellMagazine.com This song was originally a declaration.
Borderline bragging about my broken heart, but I’ll spare you the part where I pack up his kitchen spitefully and scream about the naked girl upstairs. I’m almost ashamed. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
AttachmentBy Neeru Ayer QuailBellMagazine.com I'm not really a dreamer
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Proof that felines and women invented the subconsciousThe neutered cat meows,
licks the crib with the proverb of a martyr. The giggle of a rattle is absent. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Aliens"Sir, we heard that you are suspended from NASA operations due to your stupid attitude issue within the organization?" the reporter of DailyNews.com asked.
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How To Talk To A Married WomanCleanse your vocabulary of “tired,”
“exhausted,” and “weary.” Don’t say them at all, but especially not with “more.” Don’t ask me if I need sleep, tweezers, a shoulder to cry on, a pedicure (in the same order). Don’t offer me your sewing kit. Can’t you tell from the clotted blood on my fingertips? Buy me a meal, but you can’t ask why I eat so much, so less, so fast, so slow, or why my glass is always empty. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Kafka's Other WomanBy Ruth Z. Deming QuailBellMagazine.com It was only by chance I had read his “A Country Doctor,” a bit reminiscent of Chekhov’s “Ward 6.” I’ve been a reader since Mama first put me on her lap and said, “Little Eva,” nuzzling my cheek, “you may not understand every word I read to you, but in time you will, and like all the Harsányi’s, you will become a great reader. And maybe like Grandfather, you will also write plays performed on the stage.”
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The MermaidBy Russell J. Dorn QuailBellMagazine.com 1927
Coming in from the hen house, Francis Rouse felt the tug of the egg basket way up in his shoulder. This reminded him of the heavy load of work he wanted to complete that summer. Instead of extra reading and crunching numbers for the judge or the county though, he found himself seriously considering something out of character. |