Category: Miz Q
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Draft – Up & Up for Miz Quickly
The Unwritten Rules of Repetition I was adrift in my own story but that’s what children do. Draft themselves into an idea and run with it as if those ideas are playmates. I lost that ability to slip in and out of self-indulgence, the owner of my own centre. My universe. And I’m not sure…
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A Nonce for Miz Quickly
A White Moth Wander I am a moth dressed in cheddar white, a celebration of what I once was. Before my edges blurred heavy and dull, and will heaven lower itself when my time comes – so I can reach it? So cruel and so tender is age, and my virtues are scarce vices; my…
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A Bit of Sriracha Red
A Bit of Sriracha Red I. My strongest memory from kindergarten is not what I learned, although I must’ve learned something, but rather it’s the iron grills in the wooden floors that blew hot air from the belly of that hell-shackled furnace hidden in the school basement. I’d stand there on the iron grill,…
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What It Takes for Miz Quickly
In Search of Chutzpah Miz Quickly wants chutzpah. I have none, so I searched. Google says chutzpah has no statistics, hapztuhc is chutzpah spelled backwards. It’s 75-percent consonants, has two syllables, and it can’t be translated into an other language. Chutzpah has no meaning. Now, I reckon a word that has no meaning has chutzpah.…
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Poetic Bloomings: Playing Favourites
Lost in Paradise Like a parched traveller who comes out of the deep dust — you laughed like bells ringing, despite this bloody journey. And I am an infernal silence. Jaw. Set. Steel. “Let’s go this way,” you say, “an adventure at every corner.” But there is just ever more and ever more distance. No…
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Protected: Sunday Whirl & Miz Q: On The Edge of Wind
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Once Upon Virgil for Miz Q.
Found On Elm Street The golden sun is a sticky honey, a driven winter from the hollows of trees. Hiding-places. Like homes. Or sweet sipping-streams. If rumour’s true, you kept warm, and smoothed your fingers in heaven’s wander. Found and Remixed text from “The Georgics“, by Virgil and translated by A. S. Kline.…
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Miz Quickly’s Chesty Birds
Sometimes there’s no starting point, you’re in the middle of it all before you realise it started, and someone said that a storm was blowing in, but until it’s hanging right overhead, that storm is somebody else’s storm, somebody else’s problem. So we sat on the floor, drawing flowers and pressing plants on writing paper,…
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The 10th Word for Miz Quickly
for Miz Quickly’s Aspirational ten words. This is the tenth: neighbor. Or alternatively: neighbour. Again, an American Sentence with 17 syllables.
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9 Out of 10 Cats are American Sentences
The stars fall out of heaven and they sting the night with a thousand bees. That brisk trumpet-voice is an ocean’s heart, the song of infinite tides. The day is weary and undone, and we whisper clear our doubtlessness. We watched the sky turn to smudged light, and asked questions of its sorceries. The wax…
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