Collective Unrest

 

complacency

December 28, 2018

Is telling the age of silent film to keep tongue-tied at the rise of the talkies.

Is expecting a shining staple not to resist the fanged dentition of the remover.

Is demanding a rainbow not to mourn the movement of the prism away from light

 

Gail Bello is a former co-editor of the online literary magazine The River and placed third in the 2018 Plunkett Poetry Festival contest. She writes fiction, poetry and plays, her work has been published in The Sandy River Review, Ripple Feminist Zine,Water Soup,Turnpike Magazine, Bonnie’s Crew and Pussy Magic. She is thrilled and honored to be published in Collective Unrest. Follow her on Twitter @AquajadeGail.

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