Category: Miz Q
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Miz Quickly’s 12 August
Penumbra The night is full of its own.The night creeps. Sleeps.The night is colour blind.It’s transfixed like a piece of wood.It’s an echo. It dreams.It’s death. Birth. It’s a blur.The night is for promises.The night sips sacred nectar.The night is its own penumbra. Written for Miz Quickly’s 12 August Repetition & Change prompt. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc…
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Miz Quickly’s 11 August
Home Is Where You Are, Not Where You Were Home, butno one’s here.Radio’s on, makingnoise like a paint distorted day.We were a busy array back when. All that entering andexiting through the door.Just for a while.Just for forever. Racingin and out of our own tapestry. Where are those wordswe pushed aside.It’s a madness of time,and…
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Miz Quickly’s 10th August
Take a Walk in a Woman’s Shoes My feet protest,these shoes they detest. I’d described it as having a wounded second skin, invisible damage, but getting through the day with a smile. You can pretend to be meanwith keys tight betweenyour fingers. Ready to cut…
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Miz Quickly’s 9th August
It Comes In Colours (of no particular order) I. Downtown Brown She wears new shoes and her downtown brown coat,and she walks by the vendor with roasted nuts, andthe man sat on the pavement wrapped in a foil blanket.And she doesn’t look back. II. Green Bee The scarlet roses are a rambling wild fire over…
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Goldfish, Candy Floss and the Incident with the Merry-Go-Round
Goldfish, Candy Floss and the Incident with the Merry-Go-Round The stars were upset that night.Sunburn kept Dad awake, whichkept Mum awake, and if we’d hada dog, it would’ve been awake, too. But we only had a goldfish. It lived in a large bowl with a castlefor it to swim in and out of because‘A man’s…
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Miz Quickly’s Turned Upside Down
Turned Upside Down We all slidetoward the same end, don’t we.Like my oldest, meaning longest, friend. Thirty three years I’ve known him.He was born in a cottage near to where Robert Burns was born. My old friend once said to me,Routine can kill a person. This was after I said,I…
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Miz Quickly’s Words
When Is a Mountain an Inch Too Short When does a gnatbecome a fly,and when does Upbecome the sky,and when does a pilebecome too high,or an unwound clockimply there’s time,or when does freedommeans goodbye,or when is knowledgenot knowing why. A mountain, a slip, a watch and a ring,a carpenter is none of these things. Miz…
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Miz Quickly’s Colours
What Do You See I see a spill of cognac,silk and chalky grey,an astral lay andfailing light.Uncorked oak,and an open slack,warming earth, anda morning road for those of faith,a song, and a religious scent. And the remains of a day that chooses us. There’s syrup of autumn,turmeric flesh,a poem for Poe…
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An Apple for Miz Quickly
A Few Words About Malus Domestica ‘Discovery‘ the colour of its skin isan embarrassment’s blush.it bleeds rouge to its core. a stain straight into infinity,like some kind of forever.an unfathomable number. the bees,the moths,the maggots, they havetheir way with my apples, like bad boys who drink up,and leave without paying,staggering about on cider. but this…
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That Flash Before Your Eyes
It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward… “The Torrents of Spring” (1926)- Ernest Hemingway Life, Death, and That Flash Before Your Eyes From a pram to this hearse. This dark.To wear the dark. This simple nothingness. It’s fitting funeral weather.Weather is a funeral’s skin. Rain.Mud sucks. It’s a brute sky,and the…
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