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HerDecades ago, someday, I must have
sucked manna from her breasts decades later, I’d learn to unlove the divine I must have suppressed my impatience with her ragged lullabies composed of a thousand lies, and love-- indomitable, unfaltering, and so dangerously consuming that reality, as enormous as life, threatened to become a lifeless dream. But I do not remember any of that. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Starving-girlsa bead, a dream, a matchbox. an icon looped in a rosary. a vast desert cloistered in a single room. a ringed vision of ecstasy. a dove beside a mace. a whisper from parched lips.
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Fixing a HoleBy Logan Wells QuailBellMagazine.com Now let me tell you somethin’ ‘bout the Gospel,
And make sure that you mark it down. When God spoke out, “Let there be light,” He put the first of us in the ground. And we’ll keep on diggin’ till the coming of the Lord And Gabriel’s trumpet sounds, ‘Cause if you ain’t mining for the company, boy, There ain’t much in this town. —Tyler Childers, “Coal” Don’t look up. Keep digging. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
TargetBy Tobias Griffin QuailBellMagazine.com I had joined a writing workshop in Gresham taught by one Ursula Byrne because I was lonely and wanted to meet people—but I had expected only people like me, not skinny hipsters like Kim. She wore these narrow jeans that rose up into a khaki jacket with a small Union Jack over the left breast pocket. Was it military in origin? I couldn’t really tell. Her hair was long and black, clearly dyed. Her face was a very pale white, which made the makeup on her lips and eyes stand out all the more. Was her face naturally pallid, or made up that way? I couldn’t tell. Because of her, I decided to go back the next week.
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Shelf Life, ThriftAnnabelle stood on her perch in the periwinkle room. Her gold-glazed hair fell into winded, gentle ringlets down her earth-tone dress. She gazed upon all of the other orphaned figurines as her beau Christian gently placed his carved arm around her shoulder.
"And what are you contemplating about today, Madam?" he inquired. He enjoyed watching Annabelle think; a woman like her with sharp wit and soft cheeks caught and kept his adoration. She was impressed that he didn't cat-call her the moment she was carted in. Annabelle still kept her guard up until Christian truly proved he was a good Christian gentleman by being polite and always asking for her consent before kissing her hand. Today, Annabelle thought of the family they had all created from being in the back of the thrift store where no one lurked. They all started out in different homes, different shelves. But they all came here. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Please Be Nice to Rena SaundersHave you ever heard of Rena Saunders? I bet you haven’t. She’s not the kind of girl you’d really notice walking the halls of Callahan High School. Well, not anymore, at least. But there’s a reason you may have heard her name floating around, if you were really listening closely.
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EncounterNo need to be comic (not overtly funny, anyway),
but you have to quickly gain some element of trust (and probably an element that can’t run away like mercury or disperse all over the countryside like nitrogen, but definitely a specific element). The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Jeb! Bush's Pocket Full of Turtles By Gretchen Gales @GGalesQuailBell QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Based off of the news story of a young boy who received a small toy turtle from Jeb Bush, as seen here. Special thanks to all of the artists including our own Melanie Bikowski and Christopher Sloce for their turtles. Jeb! Bush was walking down the street
Trotting along with his Jeb! Bush feet He saw a little turtle on his walk A surprised gleam in his eyes as the turtle talked. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
McArthur TreatmentBy Sri Ram QuailBellMagazine.com Billie and Ryan played in the trampoline as their parents, Bruce and Martha watched them over. The wind was not that heavy that day and the sun was at the top, right above their head. Every time the sun brought warmth on the skin the wind tried to blew it away.
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A Fiery AfflictionThey didn’t have much time left; an hour at most. Hand in hand, they sprinted to the familiar clearing in the woods behind the park. This was their spot—the place where they first realized it would only be a matter of time before they became infected.
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