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Miz Quickly’s Never Again
Never Again I live and learn, and sometimes I learn the hard way, like I’ll never again drink the water in Cartagena, forget to put suncream on the top of my feet, order braised chicken feet, allow myself near a bowl of snake soup, visit the poultry market at WanChi market, or never cry over…
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A Wander
A Wander The idea that I might wander lonely, be seduced by a ramble, not in a breathless city, but to traverse the nature of poetry. To forget that I am. That I am. for Poetic Bloomings “Forget”
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24 August 2018
Originally posted on The Journal: On the Occasion of the Poet’s Being Challenged There’s an air of atheism about a plastic flower, no matter where it is, it just seems wrong. And, I never grocery shop on an empty stomach, which is why I’m at this tiny tired cafe , sitting on a plastic chair…
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Miz Quickly’s Bad Poetry Day
Miz Quickly asked earlier this week, or maybe it was last, that we take a rotten poem and rework it. Improvement is the aim. Well, my eyes are not what they used to be; my aim is off. This is still rotten, but I’ve started dreaming about this sucker, so it’s time to move on.…
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A Ryūka for Miz Qūickly
An Untitled Ryūka There’s something careless in the air as uncertain as childhood. Shallow as the creek that’s bone dry. You left the sea for me. That creek where we used to hunger and dream; it’s a drainage ditch. It’s crags and lost souls when dry, or full as a hurricane. You and I, we’re…
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Miz Quickly’s Golden Shovel
MuuMuu Nights It was my mother’s nature, like a thread’s nature is in the eye of a needle, that a summer night meant a muumuu instead of pyjamas. Hides the heat. Hides a sticky back, that sheen of sweat bubblin’ up against the softness in cotton. It lets the sea breeze into your hollows. My…
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Miz Quickly’s Sunday Read
It’s Miz Quickly’s Reading Sunday prompt. I’m going with Armitage. I am in love with Simon Armitage. I love his view of the world, his dark humour and dry wit. A bio is here. He’s the current Oxford Professor of Poetry (Poet Laureate). He’s a poet, artist, musician (member of The Scaremongers) … not exactly…
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Still Home with Miz Quickly
Mapping the Wind There’s a hot wind out of Africa that teases my sense of home. Makes me want to pack my bags, leave my warning flags behind with damp dawn and wariness. I’ll leave behind my own voice, lose my shoes. Feel displaced. Joy, being your own spectator, and mapping out your own story.…
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Houses for Miz Quickly
The Deconstruction of Four Walls These walls have cracks – it’s all that water. Her rain. Mother Nature loves danger. These walls falling down with our little sins and too thinned skin. Shut the door. Tight. But there’s always a way through, always a song in her river. Miz Quickly Thinks About Houses
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Home with Miz Quickly
Dusty Colour Clouds Dawn, and the neighbour’s cock crows. Restless sleep, seems night never came. I stare at morning’s clouds. Dusty colours. Traffic echoes. Fades. The earth murmurs. Conversation is quiet. Silent. Held in a box for breakfast. And I stare at dusty colour clouds. for Miz Quickly’s Back Home
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