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The SlipWords by Mandy-Suzanne Wong QuailBellMagazine.com I was standing in line with my papers, thinking nothing in particular. Actually, I was probably thinking I had better things to do than stand there with my papers. And, all these other people's papers, with which those other people were standing around too.
There were two lines running in parallel. I don't know how many people. By the time it happened, I could no longer see the tail of the line. I had no reason to suppose I'd ever see the front. And, I'd already given several the slip. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
WaitingBy Ann Christine Tabaka QuailBellMagazine.com Hard back wooden chairs dull pale green walls minutes morph into hours thoughts rush forward then retreat racing back into the blackness The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Saturday Morning SurpriseThe cat jumps on the bed with an unwelcomed gift. Noticing it I scream. Perplexed, he jumped off leaving his treasure behind. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Hunter's EdBy Alysaa Greenberg QuailBellMagazine.com Hunter’s Ed, you exclaimed once, soon after we’d met. You’ve never heard of it?
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She DigsWords by Eliana Sagarin QuailBellMagazine.com You never think it’s going to be your kid. But let me just say as someone with experience, that’s a thought in which a mother’s hope betrays her intuition. Because when you know, you know. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Fate Of Unrequited LoveAs if there are some in ways in which I am not free: When we separate after another bungled kiss In my wildest of dreams, Your name springs to my lips at moments Of strange prayers I barely understand; The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Birthday FiascoBy Chris Beddell QuailBellMagazine.com “How could you miss Connor’s birthday?” I asked, crossing my arms.
Joe rolled his eyes. “It was just one evening. I wanted to hang out with my friends and see the football game.” “That’s the beauty of having a DVR. You can record a game.” We stood in our kitchen right now. Joe faced the fridge while I was by the stove. I had just flicked on the front burner because I needed water to make a cup of tea. “I don’t know what you want to me say,” Joe said. My jaw twitched. “That still doesn’t change how you were wrong.” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The AbyssBy Haemaru Chung QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously accepted for publication in 'Navigating the Maze' by Adonis Designs Press. Monsters writhed in the dark abyss Groans and hisses faintly heard The pocket dimension To where objects vanished Forgotten A place of myth and legend Each time the child peered Darkness met his gaze Daring him to venture further He scrambled backwards The void was never to be explored He would not cross into the gloom The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Mountain’s ViewBy Haemaru Chung QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously accepted for publication in 'Navigating the Maze' by Adonis Designs Press. When I was young, Grass stretched to the horizon. Dark shades of green dotted the land Where trees and shrubbery thrived. A blue river wound through the valley, A glimmering dragon. Birds cushioned the air, With euphoric rings and harmonies. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Winner By Emily Warzeniak QuailBellMagazine.com There's a pause Between money leaving palm And warmly printed ticket laid into it again. |