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New Year's KissIt was New Year’s Eye. The brown couch was very soft… …your lips were softer. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Laws of MotionThis isn’t a costume party, and Misfortune doesn’t bother wearing a mask. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
These Little WordsBy David Antonio Moody QuailBellMagazine.com I’ve learned love for you. I’ve found your garments tucked all over The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Campus Suicide After Leaked Nude PhotosWe are half-whole here: one blood moon rotates your hips. Vibrate. Don’t come yet, you say, and grab my phone. Gifts of pixelated nipples, flash of sweat. There The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Sky in a Square
By Priya Prithviraj
QuailBellMagazine.com The poem first appeared in "Eastlit: Southlit supplement," October 2015. Squares on top of squares, the many shacks that lined the city circumference ; the sky above her city at dusk shrunk into a blue square on the wall in each of them. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Surf Rock
Upon hearing the jangling guitars
suddenly images, like a montage of Polaroids flitted before his eyes: The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Sunless Sea
By Priya Prithviraj
QuailBellMagazine.com This poem will also be appearing in a forthcoming issue of "Torrid Literature Journal." The sun has hidden behind a pall of nimbus. And the sky has turned into an infinite stretch of nothingness dyed blue. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Sara's RoomMoonlight counts hours by floorboard: I wait for you to close your door. The pale glow eats crown molding, cobweb constellations, cracked doorframe rootscape. Inside, The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Bikini Bottom Christmas
By Gretchen Gales
QuailBellMagazine.com *Author's Note: To be spoken, read, or preferably sung in the tune of "The Twelve Days of Christmas."
One Bikini Bottom Christmas
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Forgotten
By Priya Prithviraj
QuailBellMagazine.com This poem has previously appeared in "The Tower Journal" Spring/Summer 2015, was featured at the BIG LIT Weekend at The Stewartry Book Festival 2015, Scotland. and appeared as a second reprint in the "Kritya" poetry journal: Vol IX / Issue VI, July 2015. There’s a scented silence here, that’s broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock, and the sound of rain. |