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The Cages We have BuiltA church drowned in perennial delusions, through its tainted windows the sacred sun is shining and in the eyes of these two giggling children I see the truth, I see all the gods dying The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Chinese Takeout on First and MainI slouch to the blue faux-marble front counters. Snow melts off my old black boots and puddles into small lakes on brown and white tiles. Steam rushes from the kitchen plunging The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Park Bench RealizationBy Eve Van Dyke QuailBellMagazine.com Sitting on a park bench A Jesus Brochure in hand Gifted by an old woman The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
GiraffeCreatures stalking about in the distance, All extremities emanating from a patterned nucleus. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Hackney CarriageBy Husain Abdulhay QuailBellMagazine.com A Cinderella in wonderland, A Troglodyte in a prosperous land, A Dust bowl; Put the cart before horse, Tug of war, Murphy’s Law, Kick away the ladder to earn more, Rollercoaster role reversal, What a topsy-turvy world. Even-steven chances are gone with wind As if an off-key strummed drum kit. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Brief History on the Lamashtu Plaque of Al-Habja*Editor's Note: This story was originally published online on The Eunoia Review The Al-Habja Plaque of Lamashtu has been an interest coveted by archaeologists and enthusiasts of Mesopotamian mythology alike. Several items of this type have been constructed and reproduced over the many millennia since they were created. The most famous example of such artifacts exists in the Louvre Museum, one of the few fully complete examples of such a plaque. Pieces of others have been found, but very few have been preserved well enough, let alone kept intact. This was so until a year or so ago, when a nearly complete specimen managed to come under the care of Dr. Adam Kessler, Professor of Ancient History and Semitic Studies at Columbia University. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Constancy of Light By Danielle Hanson QuailBellMagazine.com If, as was said by the ancients, The amount of light in the world is constant, The creation of the candle was a pebble The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Hazards of Kissing a Poet By Beth Gordon QuailBellMagazine.com I thought of you with my first cup of coffee, stirring in Irish crème and watching the tiny funnel spin and slow, but not quite stop, letting it almost burn my tongue, one degree above hot enough, thought of you when I bought shampoo and chose a new fragrance, something with less pomegranate, more wet dirt, wondered if you would smell moonlight tucked behind my ears, you were there when I bought canvasses, new and empty, because I couldn’t write, thinking of your mouth got in the way of my words, of my The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Erotic ThrillerBy Sugar Tobey QuailBellMagazine.com My girlfriend had read the book so now we went to see the movie in it a lovely young woman becomes a spy for the resistance The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Blue RockBy Julian Drury QuailBellMagazine.com
There was a blue rock that sat on the bank of a castle moat. Every day a sparrow would land on the blue rock and peck its feathers clean. The sparrow would invite other sparrows and they too would clean themselves and discuss each other’s adventures. Often the sparrows would fly from all over the world, congregating, breeding, and building bonds. Some sparrows would die during their journeys to the blue rock, some would say a nearly religious importance. Over time, however, the castle was destroyed by warfare and the sparrows returned less and less. The sparrows stopped returning, and the blue rock sat alone. The moat would go dry of its waters, left only with mud and a grave scar upon the earth. The blue rock entrenched the entire time, its color remaining as radiant as it had always been. |