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Tag Archives: Quickly
Two, too Quickly
‘ku (dos) for the sky in praise of stars sharp shards of sea glass in a broken open sky,scattered deep as sighs :: palming psalms O, the awe of trees waving limbs to sacred blue aching to know the sun’s fire ::Quickly day 8.
Posted in Miz Q Prompts, November Chapbook 2022
Tagged haiku, ku, limbs, palming psalms, Quickly, sea glass, sky poems, sky songs, trees
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Clacking Back
The morning speaks in cobblestone braille and snail trail goo. You might think my toes would have a go at it all, but my fingers are what’s itchy. Twitchy with time and not enough time and rhyme that isn’t jiving. Arrival’s easy; it’s staying that’s a trick. … Continue reading
Posted in Miz Q Prompts
Tagged alien communication, Arrival, Braille, clacking back, clacking black, inky fingers, itchy fingers, Quickly, talking with snails
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Quickly, Quickly Now.
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
Quickly. Quickly now.
.. 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
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Tagged Miz Quickly, ocean, Quickly, sky, song, thrum, thunder, tryna write every day for Shawna, two words, two worlds
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Mast (Mask) and Sail
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
Tuesday Night at the Howard Johnson’s
Barb’s all frizzle-frazzled again; they’ve been hoppin’ since the show (Girls! Girls! Girls!) let out, a bunch of loudmouthed louts shouting against the sizzle of the grill. But the tips are good and her kid needs shoes and … Continue reading
Waggling a Dodgeball Sky
.. We interrupt this regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you this small sting of stars, this long string (theory) of cars headed straight out of the city. Have you broken any laws as of late? Gravity? Gravitas? A brusque briskling … Continue reading
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Tagged broken souls, gravitas, law of gravity, Miz Q, moon, nonsense poems that somehow still make sense, Quickly, shiver me timbers, sky, stars, string theory, sun, wordplay poems
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Construction (Paper) Zone
.. She tames the world in poems, orange cones placed care -fully to define the lines and bound -aries of her own un -broken soul. Fold her origami style, smile when she meanders across the dotted lines again, stains herself … Continue reading
Prerequisites
.. We need some string to tether the moon when it flees the sky. We need a still slipknot that holds as loose as a hand’s whisper, and a shadow shawl of nightspill to pad the ache that fills the … Continue reading