Category: Miz Q
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A dVerse Solstice Haibun
Woke to that loose sky, the sort where rain comes from, the lurch and coil of clouds caught on gusts, and the Acer (it’s shed its hyper green for a grown-up summer colour) stands unperturbed outside the window, a megalith, it’s a heelstone, and the rain falls like bouncing pennies, another month’s worth in a…
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Miz Quickly’s Deal Breaker
The Dregs It’s not a little water,it’s an ocean that sweeps between.He is lost, beyond poorly, too deepin his thoughts, as ifto turn a key might unlock them all,uncork his head ofregret and guilt and neglect.It is a repetition in his ear. The dregs of him.But his unruly heartis a weakness, and his thoughtsare vapours beyond…
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Goodbye Macbeth: Life’s But a Walking Shadow
Goodbye Macbeth: Life’s But a Walking Shadow Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.Such is the way withsorrow. To endure the light of dayto find reliefin sleep, to dream our yesterdays. Day on day on day, and into my last words,I live in this thin beigeshadow, to not follow into your sun. I must stay, an idiot…
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Cars for Miz Quickly’s
The Day Dad’s Car Drowned When rain comes that fast,there’s no stopping it.Ice-cold water blew past us,washing over everything. Up through the car’s flooring,white-wall tyres half submerged,water on the backseat wheremy boxed lunch set to floating, and the man on the radio said,The storm is moving away soonin an east and north direction, but the…
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Miz Q 06.18: Poem Beginning With a Line from Macbeth
Aphidoidea Tongue nor heart cannot conceivenor name thee! But I shall. This black woe, winged griefupon my lupines.Aphidoidea of black andwhite and green fly. Aphids usheringcatastrophe, andants in their lechery farm you like sows’s milk.Like night noise. And come morning,rain knocked those jewelledpurple spikes to the ground. The image…
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A Poem Beginning With a Line from Macbeth
“A deed without name,” Macbeth “No Fear” Act 4 Scene 1 The Tingle In My Thumb A deed without name, these aredarkened powers that nature commands.Winds that tear through trees,and lash at leaf and limb and twig.Overwhelmed. The sea foamsand sinks our ships, and send themto a silent, deepest end.The hunger. The ruined crops, trampledgrain…
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Day 15: Found Poetry for Miz Quickly
Found Poetry in Victor Meldrew’s Amazon Customer Review What’s this?A 5-star review of vegetables.e.g. tomatoes! You get £169.99 anda utility room covered withaluminium foilto help concentrate time. It is a matter of feelthe power. For Miz Quickly’s Day 15 “A Found poem from a review on Amazon”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 Wicked Words
A Road: A Collection of Disjointed Thoughts It’s the dalliance of her undress. Her silky hip. The filthy silence that follows. And since you asked, my advice isall roads windup with endurance. I’ve traveled dry heat. Stony mirages.A staff in hand. I drew green on dunes, for a change of scenery. …
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Miz Quickly’s Free Day Flash Fiction
A Different Bitter Sweet Symphony The sun rolls into some corner of the earth, and the sky turns orangish-red, but everywhere else in the world knows this trick, so nothing new there. And you close your eyes to the glare of streetlights and cars, focus on the pink neon sign that spells Motel, as if…
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Miz Quickly’s Prelude
A Prelude There’s musicin the sea air, it’sin the damp plaster wallsand the grey shining windows. Music’s inthe stained mattressand the rusty taps that oncespilled with water. It leaves itsmark behind photos on the wall. Music falls in tiers,peals off the shingle beach,floats on the sea in this placewhere music begins. Miz Quickly’s “Prelude” supplied…
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