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River LoveBy Ndaba Sibanda QuailBellMagazine.com Flow flow with fury
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After an ElectionThings seem so different after an election
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Raining Man*Editor's Note: Enjoy this fiction pamphlet free to distribute under the Creative Commons license.
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Holding the Keys & The Hellos from the Corners of Quiet RoomsWords by Laura Madeline Wiseman & Andrea Blythe Image by Christine Stoddard @cstoddard QuailBellMagazine.com Holding the Keys
Two dogs ghost my side. They bay at every crossroads, the four-pronged doorways where I scatter herbs, whisper craft. The dogs know the passages of the living, the paths of the dead. I hold the key of many realms, a friend’s hand, they their own leash. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Freshly Fallen & MoreBy Elizabeth O'Connell-Thompson QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Previously published in Harts & Minds Volume 1, Issue 3, The Wax Paper Volume 1, Issue 2, and Icarus Volume 62, Number 2 respectively. Freshly Fallen
The wolf born among the cardamine doesn't know that his mother gave him her fur so he could dye it rusty in winter. While you count cardinals on the branches, he is waiting in the bushes to bring her back your heart. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Geology & MoreGeology
Belief swings by the neck and you Are the rock’s ruin. The eye is soft As it bruises. How many arms Will be lost on you? How many To the slag heap of your breath? I Was a rock once too. Once I was also a rock, My throat hot in the sun and cold In the dew. I grew ice As my babies in winter. How the shadows Heap up, curve to the bite Of the air like a surprise, sharp. A sharp surprise can ruin Leather, startle a dog to bite, Cut the belief from the soft eye. It is tough to take the swing, To become a composite stone, When all I wanted was the igneous. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Water Meditation
*Editor's Note: We hope that you find this video relaxing in light of recent current events. For the most soothing results, put it on loop.
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Holiday in the New RegimeYou never watched Twin Peaks
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The BluesGazing from my single window in this small apartment the scene is a littered alley, with overturned trashcans. Two cats feud over food scraps, and a homeless man in a long overcoat and stocking cap sleeps in the fetal position on a sheet of cardboard. The diffused glow of streetlights accents this dismal scene. Detroit has experienced social shift, caused by “white flight”, to escape urban decay. Racial division has spiraled the city into a metropolitan crisis zone. The year is 1968, and Detroit, “The Motor City”, is feeling economic decline caused of foreign auto manufacturer’s competition. Last year race riots destroyed a large segment of the inner city. I live near the Detroit River. My apartment is adjacent to the Riverfront Bar, where I am employed.
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WE ARE MOMENTARILY BEING HELD AT THIS STATIONmy skin is hot –
burn out stars in sweat dusting against your clavicle voice |