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What Did You Do! Floating OffWhat did you do! floating off as the sound these walls make from the light between the bed The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Breaking ChainsBy Raymond Greiner QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Previously published in Literary Yard Journal. Horace Willingham epitomized success, a Harvard business school honors graduate working as an investment banker for thirty years. He has accumulated a personal net worth of ten million dollars and resigned from investment banking to direct time and energy toward enhancing his investment portfolio seeking speculative enterprise opportunities. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
SpectrumDrunk on wine or poetry Li Po embraced the white moon’s reflection in water The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
BreatheI am charcoal lozenges the clearing of the throat a wiggling haunch of cat, never yet pouncing the coffee cool before I can swallow mercury The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
ShimmerWords by John Maurer QuailBellMagazine.com My little beta fish I am not your shimmer But I did teach you How to use your teeth The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Delicate FlowerDarlingly decisive in her deciduous decision Folding origami Laelia leaves by perforated vein Unfortunately having to tell fortune tellers Crackled crystal balls cause poor eyesight in foresight The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The CurrentA bannister’s flashing slats, spokes of a racing wagon wheel, the years blur without names but numbers The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
What Doesn't KillTears are not a sign of weakness. They are
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Because This Isn't Love (That Much Is Clear)Words by Kristin Garth QuailBellMagazine.com Do I believe your anger or your fear while counting pills enough to do me in? Because it isn’t love (that much is clear). My hand so full, you can’t find room for more. “You have to do this right,” your voice so thin. Do I believe your anger or your fear? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Modern Middle East Romance in 3 ActsAct I (A winter night, 2015. Outside of a small city in central Israel. The yurt is a round space, comfortably fitting a bed, couch, kitchen, and small dining area. It is tastefully if not rustically decorated. The hum of insects from outside is constant. ) HER It’s nice. HIM Thank you. HER It’s nicer than I thought it would...It’s pretty. HIM It’s not a hole, no? HER No, not a shithole, for sure. It’s nice. I could live here. HIM Women say that. HER Huh? HIM When they come over. They all say “oh, is nice. I could live in a yurt, no problem blah blah.” It’s work, though. Not so easy. I built this. The floors. Cabinets, I found. Have to keep mouse out. Women get scared of mouse. HER I’m not scared of mouse. |