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Apples and TreesBy Phoebe Reeves-Murray QuailBellMagazine.com I put my hands over Rae’s eyes, ready to yell “Surprise!” She still loves that on her birthday even after what happened when we went to sleep.
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The Woman in BlackBy Jack K.Lavaughnti QuailBellMagazine.com Save me from the woman with the long black dress, (who, in my room, takes your place) fingernails painted with the blues. She keeps me up at 2 a.m. with the ghosts of your songs, which make my heart numb. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Last NightBy Jack K. Lavaughnti QuailBellMagazine.com I close my eyes and the blue and red spots morph into a grip tighter than any drug addiction The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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ManticoreBy MaryLee Pry QuailBellMagazine.com “MaryLee,” the professor drawls, and my head snaps up, the dreaded news already dragging a bone-chilling claw down my spine. “You’re up.” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Collection of HaikuBy Gregg Dotoli QuailBellMagazine.com dawn bark sampling red crowned woodpecker calls while ant feeding The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Law of Conservation of MatterBy Sophia Diggs-Galligan QuailBellMagazine.com
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House of LoveDear old Sun sends down its beams,
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Visible ChandeliersBy Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad QuailBellMagazine.com
I did not miss him, but I missed that the combustion of summer’s heat, the sudden plume of sticky fever did not distress me, that the airless drizzle of underground The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Connecting FlightBy Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad QuailBellMaagazine.com Remember that weekend
in January when the forecaster made good on his word, snowed three feet in New York, turned the backyard into a ski slope, streets into collapsing igloos and over eight thousand planes mourned the loss of wings, frozen and idle on the runway, and so you rescheduled with hold music later, dismissing the karmic bent of blizzards and left Monday morning |