Category: Miz Q
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Miz Quickly’s Various Degrees of Green
Various Degrees of Green I hope that I am neverdisappointed in spring,that medical grade neon greenstripped of its mortality it’s noisy and brash, and yet I painted green on the wall to reflect calm and quiet, bring outdoors … In. But spring green is anything but quiet. It’s a noise that pops and pulls at…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 4: A Sonnet with Consonant Near-rhymes
Still Searching Everyone’s trying to find their way home,to what was. Wrongs. Rights. Some justicefor what’s buried, like a tune whose lyricssit on the tip of your tongue, or that hymn God loves his children, be faithful to Jesus.Grandma was faithful, praying daily, lestJesus in his loin cloth hanging on the walldidn’t hear her anymore.…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 3: Now/Then/When
Blackberrying Couplets blackberriesping – the bottom of a pail, stick stuck pricked bybriars and vines, like ravenous arms in august heatand fireweed, stumps and trees against bare legsbumps and welts, itch and scratch, fire ants lotions dabon calamine, paste of soda, vinegar, whine blackberriesin a pot, a spill of sugar, a skin of jam blackberriesso…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 2: Break/Broke/Broken
And Another Thing Broken Iguanas are dreamingthey’re alligators, and night is broken by dreams, the moon’s prowlingaround street corners, sniffing like a dogat protesting stars, and nobody’s sleeping – we’re all broken by dreams. Written for Miz Quickly “break/broke/broken” Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2021…
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Miz Quickly’s: 1 December 2021
On Two Turned Legs This is about a wicker chair,one of four pushed roundMum’s maple dining table,that my not-yet-husbandbroke as he leaned backon its turned spindle legs,the seat giving way, and the wicker frayed, andit was on this day that mynot-yet-husband wentold-school and asked myfather for my hand to wed,and as my mother surveyedthe damage,…
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Day 30.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Meeting of Two Minds Is this the road that takes you to your end,the one you’ve followed through seasons, journaled it in a personal diary, and locked it with a little brass key. Is this your ordnance survey,your uncharted map, where your influences meet. Is this where your river forks into indecision. Where is your…
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Day 30: NaPoWriMo 2021
Here in This Knocking Knocking Winter quickenedthrough gaps andcrannies in the windows.The curtains trembled against the draught, andthe knocking knockingof that oak branchagainst the house. I thought it a train whistleat first, wind-songs blastingin the distance. Icy coldhitching along the tracks. My dreams that night werestrewn with shipwrecks,and all I could do wasstand on the…
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Day 29: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 29 Winding Prompt The Ballerina Music Box A little brass keyturned and turned, and in return,a ballerina spun to semitones ofsharps and flats, of a tune scalinga lament or elegy, and she dancedon pinpoint toes, an echoless, dyingdance as the song unwound. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 29: Winding. © Misky 2021, shared with…
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Day 28.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 28 and Twiglet #254 Here, There, and Where Is Home I was raised over there,but I’m here now. I’ve been here sinceI started making friends. Since I started thinkinghere is where I’ll be buried. Here is where my frayedends seem mended. Pull a thread. I promisenot to unravel, but I’ll need a…
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Day 28: NaPoWriMo 2021
I.I Know Why the Sky Is Blue . . . but why do I worry aboutthings beyond my control. Things that have me by the neck,and won’t let you go. Like . . . I wake up, surprised I’m notdressed as a pauper. Or I’m so poor that I burn myclothes for heat. Or one…
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