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Things I NoticeBy Colleen Foster QuailBellMagazine.com How Eggo waffles are starchy manhole covers, blueberries are indigo bellybuttons,
and--thanks to 7th grade health class descriptors--pears are irrevocably shaped like uteruses. How the people in pharmaceutical commercials always seem to have an enviably chipper life, playing jaunty tennis with macular degeneration and grinning in diners with their diabetes. How some traffic lights dangle side by side in mismatched glowing greens, as if each shade permits a different speed for your car to lurch or loll into the intersection. How when you gave me a piggyback at the intersection of this summer and this autumn, my Birkenstocked feet splayed to the side, my tie-dye T-shirt a treatment souvenir, my arms around your neck like an enthusiastically affectionate XX-pound backpack, I was actually so happy I waved at the drivers in the patient cars, sitting there waiting for their shades of green. I was happy. I was so happy I was weightless. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
We have a new 'zine!The Quail Bell Crew is thrilled to announce our latest print 'zine--Quail Bell: Issue 7-Nature! We premiered it at the Tenth Annual Richmond 'Zine Festival in Richmond, Virginia on Saturday. We're proud we could take part in this 'zine tradition and bring our work to an ever-growing audience.
The RVA 'Zine Fest was Quail Bell's first-ever 'zine festival and we've happily tabled there since 2011, when we premiered our first-ever print 'zine. Even though our founding editor, Christine Stoddard—who created this issue's cover, above—now lives in Brooklyn, the RVA 'Zine Fest will always be our home 'zine fest. (Besides, our managing editor, Gretchen Gales, still lives there and will hopefully stay there a long time.) The Quail Bell Crew has serious RVA pride; it's the city that made us! Stay tuned for when we add our new 'zine to our online shop. We'll be shipping orders to anywhere in the world. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Refugee's RootsIf you ask me
How many houses I have changed till now, I would not reply. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over the fate of my career, as a super hero blind, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a flapping, As of someone fucking with me, fucking with me because I'm blind "Tis some evil bastard behind!" Paranoid? Please, pay no mind. One can't help it when one's blind. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
On the PrecipiceBy Meaghan Andrews QuailBellMagazine.com There is a curve to your mouth I find odious, the upper lip
a tor, too steep for me to climb. Jagged edges secreting a grotto of kalmatta olives and discarded citrus peels. Its minty exhalation a lure, fallacious whispers of a simple goodbye, carried on an aromatic breeze. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Coercion (A Grimm Tale)I didn’t hear the magic word until nine years after he whispered in my ear
“if you love me, you’ll let me” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The 1994 Wolf Moon, Big Stone GapWords by Christopher Sloce @sloceology Image by Gretchen Gales @GGalesQuailBell QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: From Christopher Sloce's new zine Devil's Mouth. If there’s one thing Big Stone Gap, Virginia is famous for, it’s stray dogs. These stray dogs and their numbers wax and wane with many disappearing in winter and reappearing in spring . Several dogs have served as unofficial mascots for the town, most famously Grinner. Some even refer to spring and summer as “dog season” and winter as “no dog season”. What’s curious is that there’s no explanation where these dogs go. The most notable incident does nothing to clarify this
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