Category: AI Art
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30.05: Journal of Thoughts
Stream of Consciousness: Blackfriars Station Southbound I listen to the steadiness of train tracks. It’s an older song now, replaced by long steel rails humming with boredom. The conductor scans the code on my ticket, mumbles something, walks on. Summer gathering on the verges. Spring was only a skipped heartbeat. Wild rhododendrons blooming pink as…
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Ten Things of Thankful
This week was filled with cars, friends, and weather that was really hot — temperatures that broke all previous records for May. Heat never used to affect me, but that was back when. I sat in the shade reading the user manual for my car, and drinking homemade fizzy lemonade. I live where the number…
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27 May: Journal of Thoughts
There are songs in my feet. I turnthrough the kitchen, waltz morningonto its toes. Sunlightclimbs the trees,green wakingleaf by leaf. No audience, only the kettle,the floorboards, and this small happinessmoving through mewithout permission. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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26 May: Six Sentence Story
The Accent of Exile Brigid’s Diary: Part 11.2, Avignon, Spring 1836 I crushed a sprig of tansy between my fingers when the fishmonger’s voice split the morning, “Hear her English accent; she stirs rebellion,” and a bitter, cold metal scent spooled in me like warning smoke. The market thinned into silence so quickly it felt…
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25 May: The Liturgy for Accents
Part 11.2, Avignon, 1836: Liturgy for Accents That BetrayWhere the crowd turns on a syllable I. The Unforgivable DifferenceSometimes — it is how you say it. The foreign curl of a vowel,a rhythmlearned elsewhere. Brigid’s accent rises like smokeabove the herbs,the ointments like smoke from a fireno one sees. She asksfor chamomile,for arnica,for small remedies…
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25 May: Journal of Thoughts
Train Window Poems (a stream of consciousness poem) Four, I suppose. Curly hair,dark as loam. ‘for mange gamle mennesker’,he says to his mother. Too many old people. She kisses the top of his head. He has no ideaI speak Danish too. I smile.Wink. He stares. What does a child thinkwhen his assumptions fail? May yours…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat Conquers EuroVision(Or: A Feline Bid for Continental Glory) The cat sits before the TV,tail curled in concentration,watching a man in sequinssing something unidentifiablewhile a woman in a flying saucerplays the violin —or possibly weeps.It’s hard to tell. “Old Woman,” he says,“what is this Eurovisionand what is a Bulgaria?Is that a fish?Can we buy…
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23 May: 101 Word Palindrome
A Poet’s Mythology in 101 Words a crowkicks asidesummer clouds and divesinto the sky. wingshung by wind,touched by landscape. I am twelve, drawing crow sigilson my arm, my ink-black wing,a piercingfor the dark branchof my heart, conqueredby a crowthat desires speech. that was my childhood: my handsinside black nestsfull of pointed beaks, liftinga featherless nestlingback…
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22 May: Journal of Thoughts
Tuesday: The Undoing of Next Door wind tugsat the beech leaves, rain in curtainsracing up the street. the scaffolding drips. workmen —hoods up,yellow rain gear. the scaffoldingunbolted,stacked in the van, disassembledin minutes. Carolunder an umbrella, a tray balancedin her other hand. time for tea. the workmen shelterin the warmthof the van. job done. Some images…
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Ten Things of Thankful
1. More than just dense seeded rye bread with a smear of softened butter. More than just lunch. More than Denmark or Sweden. More than Wardruna. It’s an appetite for artistry. An open-face sandwich. This is Nordic. 2. Thankful for nature’s anomalies. A black iris blossom appeared from a non-dominate gene in the bulb. A…
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