“Quis es tu”, quoth my quibbling heart. It may seem quizzacious to ask but it is the quinteessence of any quodlibet. A quotannal festival takes place on the quindene. I stand near a quaggy quarry. I carry my quaigh of tea made with qat green leaves. I quench my thirst as if it were a… Read More Poem | Quis es tu