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On a July Morning By Pat Anthony QuailBellMagazine.com Already autumn lurks in the ears of corn that will be left in field until the whole of it turns brown and those same ears turn down, dry and whispering The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
On Nothingness, which is the basis for my writingI won’t mince meat - I suck at this writing shit. I’m a jealous, pithy creature; brooding in the flickering twi-light of my life; The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Seasons of Change By John Tuttle QuailBellMagazine.com That time of year has again arrived. The skies of old are often grey. Bees and wasps gather to the hive. The farmers give the animals their hay. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Nowherian Funeral Words by Dennis Mombauer Image by Gretchen Gales QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Previously published at Wicked Words and Digital Fiction respectively.
The mortician’s apprentice was bearing bad news, and he entered a strange place to do so. There stood a house at the end of the street, with empty windows, deceased trees and an overgrown garden. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Cold SequenceBy Sean Mahoney QuailBellMagazine.com Let him know that it is ok Assure him that you will be ok the funeral home, the flowers and the hearse communion can commence, the priestly fee An APR has been set the business of dying the roasting of a large pig The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Once You've Been a FoxThe sun was up to no good. It licked the green off mountains. It forced junkyard dogs into the shadows beneath rusty clunkers. Children’s faces hardened when their mothers told them to go outside and play. Only the black snakes enjoyed the heat, curling themselves into tight ampersands on the hardtop roads. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
You Put One Foot Before the OtherYou put one foot before the other, said the snow. They have no hearts, nothing is rent. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Moonlight on NineBy Janay Brun QuailBellMagazine.com Full moon orbs glow iridescent. Life ebbs and flows, pools, and drips. Stars reflect a sheen - mature life – organs scattered about the land. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Societal Drudgery (Sestina Doble)1. By the time you learn to speak, you automatically forget to breathe. Once you walk, you're forced to run. Everything is a race against time. As you find yourself gazing at the cerulean sky, you wish creativity could be exchanged for money; at least more copious amounts than the expense of war. Let’s wish for the end of stigma attached to skin color. Revolutions transpiring only in the brain. Resolutions to let ignorance be veiled by an eclipse. One day, the world will turn dark and the collapse of the sun destroys the moon. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Seeds of TimeBy David P. Rogers QuailBellMagazine.com We have a lot of time to fix the problem says the man on the radio In a mountain in Norway seeds are stored |