Category: Miz Q
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Day 9
Of Common Place I come from a common mind where the human hand creates “things”, we embrace them — and name them. Purple lilacs that aren’t lilacs, they’re buddleia. Red geraniums that aren’t — they’re pelargoniums. Marigolds that aren’t; they’re tagetes asteraceae, but a rose by any other name is never as bright as Mexican…
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MQ 06: In the Beginning
In the Beginning This small child, sits like a ripening apple with her Tinkerbell face and kumquat mouth, and one day she’ll be keen on sardines with onion and chilli ketchup, and she’ll watch the sunny sky unfold its darkness, but for now, she’s future’s child, and there’s nothing in her face that suggests intellect…
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MQ 06
Somewhere Along the Snake River A few years ago, my sister and I were on a road trip through Idaho. She was driving, and we burned off miles reminiscing, mostly childhood stuff. And she said she remembered lots of things Mum and Dad said to her when she was a baby, long before she could…
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MQ 05 and dVerse
MQ 05.1: Gypsy Moon T’was cool and dry as ancient silk, and bright as a lunar pearl. Its light poured into rooms, disowning all it touched. That moon shined on like a new religion, keeper of all I knew. By day it tucked away sheltered in my bed. MQ 05.2 We disappointed him. He…
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Day 02
MQ 02: Draft All Along the Watchtower a mother and her son hand in hand they stand in purple haze spilled from cars strewn on streets look right look left look right just focus, my son. and I hear Jimi Hendrix playing from the watchtower a mother and her son care and caution ever watchful…
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Day 01
Draft MQ 01 and PA 01 An Alpha Poem – And Where to Start and what might this pen create, what tempest of shade and paint, and why do dreams exist in pillows, and why must heroes always die, and who will stitch this quilt into a dying language of what and why and who…
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28 October 2019
That Cat Would Say I eat cold tuna straight from the tin, bits of bird in brown gravy. The bird’s a chicken, I think. I didn’t catch it, so I can’t be certain. Who’s certain of anything these days. I’m the new cat on this street, I want to pick a fight. Maybe tomorrow. Not…
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27 October 2019
Random Thoughts of a Dachshund This bodes not well for me. ie., weenie and teenie and sausagie and now this stuffed facsimile toy. Get stuffed, I say. for PB “What a Dachshund says” Bloody Toy Soldiers I found your tin soldiers. In the loft. In a big box. Handwritten in broad red “Tin…
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