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Riding the Owl's EyeBy Anders Carlson-Wee QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This was previously published in New Delta Review. Out of all the dumpsters that could have been empty, all the weather that could have bloomed over the prairie and ruined me, all the cars that could have sped by without hesitating and left me on the fog-line nameless forever. The trains that could have taken my legs. The hobos that could have pulled a switchblade and opened me like a flood enfolding the red North Dakota clay. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Graceless Ravens Envy YouBy Eric Robert Nolan QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was originally published in Dead Snakes and Hello Poetry. Revel in apostasy. You are the black dove, hovering high in an ink-like arc. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Snow SpidersBy Audra Coleman QuailBellMagazine.com
The night my grandmother died I carried thirty spools of pure white silk to the north field. For The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
DynamiteBy Anders Carlson-Wee QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This was previously published in The Best American Nonrequired Reading. My brother hits me hard with a stick so I whip a choke-chain across his face. We're playing a game called Dynamite where everything you throw is a stick of dynamite, unless it's pine. Pine sticks are rifles and pinecones are grenades, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Plasticware to LenoxBy Michael Seeger QuailBellMagazine.com We went from using plasticware to Lenox (Not one of us has caused a plate to crack) Now I can’t say our stoneware really sucks. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Scarlet WomanWords by Lynn White Image by Christine Stoddard @cstoddard QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This was first published in Visual Verse, Aug 2016. We called her ‘The Scarlet Woman’
and gave her sails striped red and white like scarlet lips astride white pearl teeth. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Perigree PearlBy Wanda Morrow Clevenger QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This was previously published in San Antonio Review Issue 1 – October 2012. The moon was full of spoon-fed pearls looped 'round wedding day necks; and Steinbeck knew of black and white and no in-between nooses. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Carnegie HallHow do you get to Carnegie Hall ? Practice, practice, practice ! --unknown Beauty is not caused. It is. --emily dickinson The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Third DayBy Chris Macalino QuailBellMagazine.com After the light day and night the sky Came the land seeds of plants and trees We were only ghosts the light of another day Turning as leaves The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Peace PilgrimsBy Raymond Greiner QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: First appeared in Indiana Voice Literary Journal. Over one hundred years has passed since global atomic warfare erupted exceeding predictable magnitude of death and destruction. Prior to this catastrophic event technology centered civil functions fused to every facet of daily life. The meld of technology with military weaponry was especially notable among wealthy industrialized countries trending toward acquisition of stockpiles of atomic devices, and this endeavor transformed into a self-mutating dynamic. Powerful nuclear-armed countries imposed diplomatic intervention to prevent lesser countries from developing these lethal weapons, which would weaken their dominance and ability to control using war threats and intimidation. Eventually, less powerful countries obtained nuclear weaponry, and global distribution expanded into thousands of devices prompting political saber rattling and threats of war revealing the tangled character among opposition ideologies.
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