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Tag Archives: Miz Q
Saving Nine
Tell it slant and stitch it well,watch the words fall as hour -glass sands, shifting. We’re drifting on these wordwindgales, knowing they’ll carry us through. Are we too wrapped up in these patch-work spells? Only keys and time will tell. :: Quickly, day … Continue reading
hair of the dog
welcome to wildling bog, where we are full of beansand chase our november (s)word hangovers with applesauce,daisy chain crowns and trees. we wily wenches climb no stairs (of hair or otherwise) we spin no gold we bear no bling (the corsets were too tight). we swim no … Continue reading
Mad ©Hatterbox Poem
This poem will not stop spilling. It’s thrilling, really if you can keep up. She can’t shut her trap to save her life. Words every -where. She says drink meand we do, because she is both decadent and true and all things in between. As well as … Continue reading
Another Thing, Coming
I’m the dreaming ghost, guest, waitress, watcher, wanting the words to be true. Whatever the weapons may come to mean. ……………………………– Adrienne Rich, Scenes of Negotiation … You’ve got it, in spades, she tells the girl in the mirror … Continue reading
Breaking Blue
.. See, here’s the thing: Shape-shifter, soul -drifter, wayward wandering gypsy skydragon. White wisp. You’ve got a thousand other places (things) to be, and I can see them all through cloudy eyes. .. Prompted by Miz Q. Quickly.
Travels with Haircuts
.. She trims the tresses of the masses, shears near ears and hears the stories in all their long (and short) glory. Shaves miles, time. Runs with scissors. .. Prompted by Miz Q.
Gatherings
… We shirr ourselves together from invisible strings, clustering in flocks and crowds like birds, mustering our faith. Colorful chairs unfolding, holding our memories. Our laughter, like bright awnings from the street. We swear by flowers, mosaics, the smell of … Continue reading
Posted in Miz Q Prompts
Tagged folding chairs, gatherings, getting together, laughter, memories, Miz Q, swearing by all flowers
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I will be a boring woman, with my wonderful houses.
… See me? Gray hair flowing in the breeze, listening for the quiet song that still makes the world go ’round? That window there’s my favorite of all my places, all these heart -traces, cobbled homes I’ve tumbled from … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged cottage by the sea, Miz Q, Miz Q weeklies, oceans, seaglass, song, when I am an old woman I shall write
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downward
.. she dreams in spiraled clouds, candy spun of nothing-dreams. she seems a wayward soul, a lost girl in dragon skin. she’s begin -ning to believe in something, anything, this thing that is her own dark soul. she knows the … Continue reading
Posted in Miz Q January
Tagged downward spiral, gravity and other negotiable laws, gravity poems, law of gravity, Miz Q, Miz Quickly, sky poems, sky songs, spiral
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Veer, Mere
.. So, there’s a milky white elephant in the room, and we’re all too blind (too tired, too bored) to see it. Your heart tells you it’s a sham, a scam, a giant hat, a pot of nothing. Your hands … Continue reading