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Waking UpBy Haemaru Chung QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously accepted for publication in 'Navigating the Maze' by Adonis Designs Press. The alarm cleaves through my slumber Eyes shoot open, bleary and unfocused Collecting myself, I look around The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Turn Left Where There's No ExitI’m through with meaning and so should you be. It’s no use to the bison with a comma for a face. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
After the Pedestal I get back in my car and sit crushed by the granite boot of a Confederate soldier The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Homecoming
Call out to the silence Rising from whorls, Striving to rush to you as a wave Silence will swim forming textures on the sea like sand squelched under a baby boy’s feet tiny as cornichon but large, wide: plenty for a jellyfish’s sting The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Mole and the ThiefWords by Jack Harvey Image by Gretchen Gales QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was previously published in Duane's PoeTree. A vicious wretch resurrected, a common criminal carrying his earthly baggage, his looted goods, can be in the mood for a change, desire redemption in kindness, in a spirit of love; The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Seed Shells
The first seeds were sown a long time ago. When these small seed shells burst open they were scattered locally. |