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Explication EssayBy James Prenatt QuailBellMagazine.com I’d like to say that I’ve tried everything, but I’m sure there’s other ways to win your heart. Aren’t I obvious enough? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Cold FleshBy Aekta Khubchandani QuailBellMagazine.com I realized that I was wearing a bra when he moved his hand over the part of it that helps to hook and hold my breasts.
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Trump as a Fire Without Light #42The meat is selfless. The vegetables are selfless. It’s the tempestuous bread that needs so much care. It’s the slant of his hair that needs so much care. It’s the six angles of his own paunch that’s dragging us towards the remarkable roulette wheel of this country’s future. There is so much red. There is so much green. I know the game. Why is everything so dark while we play it?
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Trump as a Fire Without Light #41I didn’t have it in me, to seal my mouth like Berryman suggested, keeping the air of my anger inside, and dancing so little that I might be mistaken for a fearful American. I am not afraid. I’m quiet. There is no list making in my heart. I’m writing these poems all of the time, and I’m smiling while I pile them behind every Ohioan that voted for Trump. I won’t have to push them over this horse-high collection. They will turn naturally, and have to swim through the thousands of pages. Most of them will give up, and turn back to my stillness. They will hold me. We will never talk about why. We will know, but we’ll never have to talk about it.
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IllusionBy Richa Gupta QuailBellMagazine.com A world of swimming seas, mirror images of turquoise overlapping into an ocean of deception. Petals folding into themselves, concealing the fruit The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Captain Hook’s WifeVanished on a Caribbean cruise.
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A Flying Saucer Belonging to A Joan Rivers Clone Lands on Temple Emanu-El of New York’s Roof (Sans Fiddler)Outside the temple [Emanu-El], fans and photographers crowded the sidewalks behind police barricades. . . . Cameras clicked wildly as the guests went in, among them Joy Behar; Mario Buatta; Kathie Lee Gifford; Whoopi Goldberg; Hoda Kotb; Rosie O’Donnell; Dr. Mehmet Oz; Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick, her husband; Charlie Rose; Diane Sawyer; Chuck Scarborough; Paul Shaffer; Donald J. Trump; and Barbara Walters. . . . Howard Stern described her [Joan Rivers] as a ‘troublemaker, trail blazer, pioneer for comics everywhere, never apologizing and never caring what people thought.’. . . ‘She [Rivers] did everything on her own terms,’ said Mr. Stern. . . .’She fought the stereotypes that women can’t be funny, they should stay in their place, stay home,’ he said.—James Barron, “At Joan Rivers’s Memorial, Celebrities, Cameras and Crowd,” New York Times, September 7, 2014.
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Dictator's HenchmenWords by Sankar Chatterjee QuailBellMagazine.com The President’s top law-enforcement general, during his selection process, denied under oath “any contact with rival foreign-agents.”
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