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The PelvisBy Sam Reilly QuailBellMagazine.com After a weekend away to Graceland, my wife returned with a strong infatuation for Elvis Presley. Adorned with golden hoop earrings and a shirt covered in rhinestones, guitars, and the hip-swinging rock legend himself, she threw open the door of our apartment and proclaimed we had to get out of the ghetto. “Without a proper home,” she said, “we’ll end up in the jailhouse!”
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My Heart Remembers--Esme’s Piano #2“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” —Rumi I am unsure as to how much time has passed. It is not the same for us as it is for the world of the mortals. To us, time is eternal. A living creature existing in the rivers of life that flow through the veins of our mother. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
PossibilitiesBy Katie Lewington QuailBellMagazine.com could have met you in the bar of a hotel building The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
body of the unfinished corpse .IIIso go the marching faces without boots stomping expressions into mud. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
As A Young Girl By Therese Tiger QuailBellMagazine.com my mother accompanied her father on dates with his mistress. I can picture her watching them toast each other, big band music playing, his hand on her leg. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
PreachBy Therese Tiger QuailBellMagazine.com After I speak, I want people to be so moved their mouths hang open. I want the whole world to like me really like me. It’s embarrassing. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
StaticBy Therese Tiger QuailBellMagazine.com I want to turn my head off, shove a finger in my ear, flip a switch. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Good ProfessorLines of knowledge were writ large on his forehead even when he smiled, his blue-veined fingers accused the ancient Romans and his eyes saw medieval shades in our restless faces. |