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In Twenty-Eight YearsIn twenty-eight years, the world will whir faster, tabloids titillating with tales of The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
I Have Tried to Explainmy mother was alive, wild, playing demon from time to time The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Coffeehouse Poem #234A barista makes me A cubano I notice the artwork Covering her arms The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
To OdinYour mysterious bestial language I deciphered over the years, grunt by grunt, rune by rune, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The LakeBy Danielle Hanson QuailBellMagazine.com A lake formed when she looked away-- This was fiction but who created it? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Sense of PlaceWords and Image by J.Ray Paradiso QuailBellMagazine.com I’m sitting in a chair:
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At the Zoo By Sugar Tobey QuailBellMagazine.com He has been broken driven mad by captivity still his eyes are stronger than anyone you know The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
ProximityConfused by the perturbing effect of a third body close this new Earth The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Worship Is A Position, Not A WordBy Jared Pearce QuailBellMagazine.com Every double maple seed is perfect fairy wings, she said, hunting them on the clattered sidewalk, the antennae of her arms scoping for sprites or brownies, These wings are proof. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Sex DollBy Kristin Garth QuailBellMagazine.com I'm all ingredients you lick before you bake: a cinnamon suggestion, you draw a scarlet, sugared lip. Vanilla pour of freckles, milky skin. You'd eat me raw. |