Category: Miz Q
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A Minute for Miz Quickly
A Pluck and Straighten About those eyebrows drawn thick and dark, and shaped liked a gull’s wing. When I was young, we plucked them in a shapely line, gold tip tweezers, and then drew them back in again. We ironed our hair to make it straight, stuck flowers behind our ears … when we were…
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Sleepless with Miz Quickly
Awake I’m counting sheep black as pitch, and stars on midnight blue, and I count my bony fingers and chubby toes, while I ignore my creaking knees. They bitch like angry squirrels whenever I move, whenever I sigh, and whenever I hear you snore, I can’t ignore those sounds that keep me awake as the…
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Miz Quickly Does Blue
Reclaimed Blue This blue can fly, eyes and windows almost sea blue clear, almost sand, almost time to talk with tongues unwet. A painter and a canvas and all blue flies. Process notes: My neighbour was painting window frames. For Miz Quickly’s Blue Wednesday
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Off-Season for Miz Quickly
Winter at Fjellebroen Havn It clings. The ice is thick on the masts, thick in ropey skeins, and the riggings whine with the singing wind. Straight out of the north. It’s come. It’s lost. Diamond hard. It bites. Feels white as bone, this snow howling across our backs. The air is a carnival swirl. And…
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A Sestina for Miz Quickly
Battered Clouds Shallow grass of fluid green, flows broad, old river Narrow as shadows that slip between bridge and roots. So softly spoken as you drift, fall, these leaves That tumble everywhere, thirsty as the clear blue sky. You shape a daydream, of home, of battered clouds, Your right hand holds tight the last curls…
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A Study in Repetition for Miz Quickly
A Study In Repetition I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, days became months and years. I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, stinking and broken from within. I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, clouds were chiseled by the wind. I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, while words teased…
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A Knee for Miz Quickly
Living on Spent Waves He raises his eyebrow slightly, and says, “or a brainless opossum. Did you know that one survives for hours after its brain is blown out, “ I shake my head, no, I didn’t know that, and could’ve gone without knowing that for a very long time. But I try to keep…
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2 Easy for Miz Quickly
Got Me on My Knees He’s been arguing with himself these days. It’s all gone wrong. Been wronged. It’s a paler shade of broken, he says, while he argues with the mirror, and longs for her legs. A lost prisoner to her songs. And he falls into blond on blond dreams, begging Layla, you’ve got…
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Easy for Miz Quickly
Finished It’s some kind of dark joke — machines gone mad. Debussy playing on the radio and Peggy Lee singing … “Fever” on my ipad. Debussy finishes before Peggy. Men usually do. Miz Quickly’s “Easy“
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Oh Joy for Miz Quickly
Eighty Words About Dust It’s like this — I like dust. Not dusting. I like its single-mindedness. Its persistence. I like the science behind an avalanche of dead skin. A flurry of sloughed debris. It’s desert dry. Dead. Devious. Really. I like to chase it about, snap it, flick it with a cloth. It hides…
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