Category: Miz Q
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In the Dumpster for Miz Quickly
Conflicted these are autumn’s dying days, when my presence is a stain, a conflict of colour with the sun, when I am little more than my shadow (it folds and fits neatly beneath my feet), and there it remains, constrained, until I move. or die. for the marvellous Miz Quickly’s Dumpster Dive Based…
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Visuals #2 for Miz Quickly
II. Cold Dark He says I’m this, and I’m this, and he’s pointing at 2 words he just wrote on the back of his hand, as if tattooing his character within his reach, as if conjugating his persona. It’s a peculiar moment — leaves me dumped upside down. Leaves me wondering about monsters lurking in…
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Visuals for Miz Quickly
I. Disconnect He’s lost his mind to her legs up to there. Their hands misbehaving. They’re toggled on hot. A stuffed crust pepperoni. And she sits on his lap, on his boney knees, hands up her curtains, and he whines, Oh come on, baby. Please. Prompted: Miz Q Does Visual Stuff Image I.
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Miz Quickly’s Time Out
A Bee Came Knocking A bumblebee’s knocking at the window. Again.Again. A useless joy of a roaring boy who’s happy to drop into a concussed disgrace. It’s a black brush with a yellow apron, bright as a summer day, or a gold bracelet. Again. Again. It hums a happy fumbling tune, then drops into a…
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Dead Birds and Relics and Too Many Words
Dead Birds and Relics Moths and flames and curiosity; I was drawn to that boxy-solid museum with its grey dullness, and its terraced strong-arm steps for catching slips and stumbles during white-mantled weather. Those were my impressionist days when the world was dipped in a blur, and the busy periphery yielded to burdenous double-door brass…
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Common Muck for Miz Quickly
In Pursuit of Common Muck They’re off to buy dirt. You know the stuff that nature makes for free. The garden centre, he says, it’s on sale. You see, she gave him an electric scarifier for his birthday, mostly because she saw him looking at one a few months ago, and the one that he…
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Booking It with Miz Quickly
Shoot The Kids I was six, and I knew a bit about life, like when I smiled, everyone smiled — life was easier when everyone was happier. And when I was ten, I got a bike. It made me smile, and I started smiling for myself. I was happy. That bike was my pink Cadillac,…
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Mardi Gras with Miz Quickly
I should’ve looked up the word “Krewe” before grabbing a pen. I wrote, then looked up the word, and realised I’d written something that didn’t at all suit Miz Quickly’s prompts. C’est la vie. Mardi Gras 1968 I knew a girl who wore a cross around her neck. Hand-carved. Opal. It had fire that hypnotised.…
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“Simply” Miz Quickly
And All Those Things Quite simply, I don’t remember the last time I saw an ashtray in a restaurant. It used to be the norm, like salt shakers with a piece of Saltine cracker in it, or laminated menus, or never having to ask a waitress for a glass of water, and as a treat…
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