Category: Miz Q
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Miz Quickly’s Day 17
In the Style of Rain Rain Go Away III. Pin this pain to a rain cloud Then fly, oh fly away, I say. II. Hump. Chump. Eyes open. Who’s on a knee. On his penny. Such a hump. Chump. Eyes open. I. Skip a beat. Skip three more. Skip my heart. I’m on the floor.…
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for Miz Quickly’s 13 and 16 July Prompts
THE WINTER YEARS Where there was sight, there was sight. Sight beyond middle, beyond molten sound. Sight beyond the sound of pages from a book in my hand. Where night is as far as yesterday. Sight that darkens shadows like sunspots or rank blotches. Sight, keep me tethered, if only, for tomorrow. ©️…
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for Twiglet 134 & Miz Quickly
Room 100.1 I knock on the door and enter a cramped, stale room, an office desk centred, the sun burning through the window. Summer heat can annoy the best of us. A heavy set man rises from the desk, his shadow fills the space where I stand — Hello, I say. I try to sound…
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for Miz Quickly’s Day 11
Silver in the Shadows At heart, I am a coyote, and My view is from the shadows. I speak softly. I am Silver. Clear. Aging. Memories shimmer. The moon watches me With its acne-scared face. The ground is still, but there’s Still speed in my legs. At heart, I am always a coyote. …
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Miz Quickly’s Day 10
My Grandma Wore Mink The sheets. The folded towels. Even the pink toilet paper was scented lavender. She wore every base and treble note of purple. Lived in it. She smelled of Avon. Grandma added spoonfuls of sugar to string beans, made dumplings so soft angels wanted to sit on them. Crystal long-stem glasses are…
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Georgics: Miz Q’s Day 9
The Return We knocked down the old wooden greenhouse. Rot pressing through it. Weather beaten, grey, and the soil bare. Behind it grew an apple tree, though never yielding but a leaf, and so it too was cut to ground. Five years on, the apple tree returned to growth, pigmy-small and full of leaf. We…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Words
The words are: travelling, bend, moon, companion, and roadside ROAD TRIP I. The moon was my travelling companion until it disappeared behind a roadside bend. II. The rising moon to my left, the road bends like wind through trees. III. I’m travelling with the Wilbury’s on the radio. There’s no bad moon rising. IV. Stopped…
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Miz Quickly’s 2 July
Not Everything Deserves a Title Even after looking up the definition, I don’t understand Id unless it’s to do with eating spoonfuls of Nutella straight out of the jar. ©️ Misky 2019. for Miz Quickly’s Id prompt of 2 July
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for Miz Quickly 6 July
To Wake in the Middle of Ages Oh, to those renaissance spies of wit and disguise, who hid in their fruit’s finest perfumes. Who hid in overripe stains of grapes, soiling their fine textiles. They churned earth underfoot, and kissed the soles of feet. Spread thoughts that shook the jowls, and kept their secrets clamped-shell…
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4 July 2019
STRIDE Heat has soaked the house, the sun is bare and brash, and there’s a bumblebee, hardly alive, hauling its bulk on pin-thin legs that are too frail for support. This is the third bee I’ve seen today. The third to die before my eyes. It stopped my stride and held my heart. …
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