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Some MinistersBy Kenneth Pobo QuailBellMagazine.com say they’re disappointed
that more gay people weren’t slaughtered in Orlando-- 49 isn’t enough. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
LeafwindBy Kenneth Pobo QuailBellMagazine.com Skip drives as if the road
springs out from his glove compartment-- fast is how he gets through life. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Rainbow CanvasI painted the bridge of a rainbow with all the swirls of colors I could unearth. I did not leave out the white of the canvas. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
#AllLivesMatter (Unless)By Caroline Cao QuailBellMagazine.com You slouch like a thug.
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Black Lives MatterBy Eric Allen Yankee QuailBellMagazine.com In America People sink into bullets In America. Fingers don't know what to do If they can't find their trigger In America. They drown my friends on sidewalks In America. They dip their hands in honey And lick off blood In America. We stay up late with the news And eat smashed bodies with our potatoes at dinner In America. We think we're living under a dome In America. Better grow up quick In America. Some of us just grow up dead In America. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Pale Fire BurningBy Timothy C. Hobbs QuailBellMagazine.com 1.
It was a soft alarm. A low buzz tickling the subconscious out of slumber. For awhile, they’d awaken to the local oldies radio station, but Claire detested the female disc jockey and her annoying laugh and her corny attempts at humor that seemed comical only to herself and her male counterpoint. So John changed the setting to the affable, monotonous, pulsing buzz. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Sly Fox / Dumb BunnyBy Kate Horowitz QuailBellMagazine.com Zootopia (2016)
this is them. this has always been them: him scarred over, at home behind a wall, him slinking, elusive; her with her shining eyes and soft ears, her with tender, trembling heart. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Bottom of Monster MountainDavid S. Pointer QuailBellMagazine.com Each bullet hole, obscuring
the economic exclusion, the eugenics, the indifference, the reasonable man doctrine, residue, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
American Freedom Isn't FreeAmerican freedom isn’t free.
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Family ReunionBy Levi J. Mericle QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: "Ode to the Drunkard that Wanted Me" was first published in Blackheart Magazine and Zaira Journal. To the Grandmother that Never Cared
My compassion for you is like a vodka stained liver Like a quivering litter of puppies that heard their mother die to the stuttering sound of life while pushing out the lightning bolt of birth. |