Category: Miz Q
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Miz Quickly’s Carnations
The Secret Charm of Carnations Carnations are like childhood, like a mother-tongue language that’s as familiar as its name. Its cinnamon scent binds it to a different world, a Moroccan universe of spice and cumin and dates and raisins, a primary flower that’s as small as a comet or large as a moon. Satellites in…
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Jubilating for Miz Quickly & Christopher Smart’s “Jubilate Agno”
A Dream Without Title I am a dream, your storyteller, I am a lily white symbol in confused art, an artificial leaf on a branch. I’ll make you breathless, and fluttering like flags, a flaggy imperfection in a vision. I am dreams and doubt that don’t exist, a voice for its own sake in a…
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Drafting Miz Quickly on Tulips
Crowded for Solace After the windmills, after the millstones and ground flour, after cheese and waffles, after the canals and too many coffees, after all that, all I really wanted to see was the tulips. Pert groups of them. Tall in pots. Lingering in their fading colours. Like motherless children crowded together for solace. I…
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Miz Quickly on Caliban
A Puzzle in Scarlet He inherited his mother’s God. And her unfortunate differences, like her ability to unnerve the air. He’d stand there in the rain sweating symmetry, and occasionally being mistaken for a puzzle in scarlet. Or a posturing deck of cards. He sang harmonic chords, hummed Greek for protection, spoke to birds…
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