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Slapstick Blues
Booker La Croix liked nothing better than to put on his best hat, hitch a ride from Huddle Creek up to Baton Rouge, and spend his day off in a dark theatre watching the moving pictures. He paid his seven cents for the ticket, went around the side entrance, and climbed the steps to the balcony. The matinee featured his favorite, Buster Keaton, in The Balloonatic and Our Hospitality, and there would be short movies in-between. It'd be a whole afternoon of laughter, except when he looked over, wishing his sister to be sitting there next to him. With Lila Mae gone, his closest friends were books and the flickers. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
In a Room Without Walls By Frank Modica QuailBellMagazine.com Ted rocked back and forth in a dry, rocky space, buffeted by a cacophony of cicadas chirping. Both of his hands rested on sparse clumps of grass and weeds. The night felt hot and humid for late September, and sweat trickled down his forehead. He had let his “spiritual” friends talk him into one last stab at enlightenment. So he sat in the dark, trying to meditate about the mysteries of the universe. Alone. Tired. He didn’t feel inspiration coming. Only more sweat. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Rains of AbracadabraBy Ken O'Steen QuailBellMagazine.com It began to rain in a very persuasive way, stripping away the lingering leaves from already nearly barren limbs. I said to myself the storm could last for eternity for all I cared. And then it did.
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Mary MartinBefore I learned your name I sensed you there inside of me, woman stitched from scraps of lore and untested DNA-- The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Mud Want
Directed by Deniz Zeynep
Photographed & Edited by Christine Stoddard Written by Mari Pack Starring Jezmina Von Thiele QuailBellMagazine.com Mud Want from Quail Bell Productions on Vimeo. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
November SonnetNovember like October afterthought, like fall unsweetened, black tea burnt, taste dirt. Sun spills in egg yolk gold and cream on the horizontop, the twilight curdles there. Then black, then stars. Orion’s belt, loosened. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Roman Maidens
look outside, and you’ll find yourself floating between the negative space that you call darkness The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
sailor’s warning sun sinks, extinguished into earthen bed, climbs beneath sheets of salt water-- sapphire by day, ink stain by night like my mother holding clothes up to the light to ask “is this black or navy blue?” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
New Years Eve, NYCOn all the roofs of the city people call out to one another This is the beginning and we are here together The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Girl Interrupted at Her MusicIn all of history there is some girl like me, interrupting some man's life |