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Tag Archives: Miz Quickly
If you’re gonna poke a stick at the sky, you’d better chant a bit and sell a little of your soul. There’s a slow pre-thunder roll that says we asked for this,that bliss is just the other side of broken -open clouds. That rain bows to … Continue reading
Come in, come in! We’ve got phrasal funand tasty bunsboth hai- and cinnamon. We’ve got windchimesand silly rhymesand muddy iambic feet, some words to spillsome space to fill,a whole fresh day to greet. Come with us down this rabbit hole(we’re … Continue reading
.. Tell the sky she’s bold and beautiful and vast and strong. Tell the ocean she’s got someplace else to go. Tell the world we’ve got a song to sing to all these spaces, broken places stitched together with ash … Continue reading
… , I played it in a scribble and a song. . You played along, and the sky took the shape ………………………………….(escape) of my brightest tears. .. Playing around with yesterday’s words for Quickly. … Continue reading
This is the first part of an exercise for Miz Quickly. Later, I hope to refine it into something shorter, sharper. .. I dreamed I wrote a poem in invisible ink. I dreamed I wrote a poem dot-to-dot, with … Continue reading
I dreamed I was more than moored, but less than Lake. That the shaking of these limbs (this breeze) was about more than trees (and less than song.) I dreamed I belonged to the sea, and that she gave me … Continue reading
.. 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.
(a leaky bit of moonlight) under a dark-haired driven threadbare quilted sky, driven bursts of clawing breath and the muted cry of unglazed small -boned crows dreaming murder, death – muffled blooms and fretful sleep. .. Cool visual … Continue reading
.. 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.