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Big BangBy Alan Britt QuailBellMagazine.com
Faster than the speed of light-- the speed of birth. That’s what it takes to overcome inertia, to rise from disorganized dust before fate derails the process. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Aristotle on Orchard StreetBy Sugar Tobey QuailBellMagazine.com He sells hats there from a tiny shop for the last fifty years or more any day above ground is a good day his philosophy The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Colour Me
Flesh tint was the name of the paint bottle We denied to use To colour portraits That's just not how our skin has ever breathed The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
That Home FeelingBy Eve Van Dyke QuailBellMagazine.com This is not my house. These are not my sheets. Spinning in bed, Until finally, I roll off the end. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Cigarette BurnsBy Julian Drury QuailBellMagazine.com Blue sky frowns over a flock of black geese. The geese notice a town burning to the ground, Careful to avoid the rising towers of smoke. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
I WonderI wonder What would it feel like to swallow the yellow sun to paint the curly strands of my hair a salty sea green to gulp a glass of pink berry shampoo shake? The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
TrustBy Marc Carver QuailBellMagazine.com I went to another dead end town just to be somewhere else. It was quiet a few women in shops smiled at me and i even got adventurous in Nando's ordered something different. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Dear SapphoBy Sugar Tobey QuailBellMagazine.com
How I wish we could meet it would be worth learning Greek just to sit and compare notes over a bottle of wine |