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Opening UpNo protection here. It’s clear. But there is more -
Wanting makes it so. I try to transform the mind with small prayers. Short ones, a few words The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Dead WidowSomehow, you retain your class
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Pingyang: Warrior Princess To-BeBy Danielle Lowery QuailBellMagazine.com
Once upon a time, In a far-off land, There lived a woman, For whom Fate had much planned. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Rainbow PigI once ate copper salt bleeding through jasper, now my eyes are green. I chewed cyanide into dust and spit-- so blue, so blue, my teeth. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Ghetto GullsWords by Matt Gillick QuailBellMagazine.com Summer 2016
Been a long time since I’d seen Corey and it’d been a while since I’d seen someone spazz out the way his brother did. I was on Jetty Side Beach in Chatham smoking a cigarette in the late afternoon. I used to be the maintenance guy, pick up some trash, fix the dune buggy. Stuff like making sure the lifeguards had their supplies. That was all me, and I was shitty at it. It’s not going to work out, I mean come on, Ruck, you don’t even do inventory for the first aid—Chatham was an underbellied tourist town. I’d be sleeping in my van and some townies’d walk up and piss on my wheels. I wouldn’t do anything. Not taking the risk of a dirty needle to the neck—There’d be another town, another beach. Just get me a half-tank and I’m like a first-world survivor man. People always need bus boys and bar backs. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The MorningBy Charlene Langfur QuailBellMagazine.com I am used to going out in the dark, but today I am
dazzled by the clear blue sky, rippled with rose |