Category: AI Art
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1906: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Rain-Streaked downcast.soddenas a pouting toddler. I shake the rainfrom the peonies — icy pinkand dejected. he texts:did you hear that? yes,I reply, it’s thunder. I grab my phone, snap a photoof thunder. switch to video and waitfor the next flashof lightning. we’ve lost power. same as it will besame as everywhere Everywhere…
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1803: Everywhere Poems
Of Light and Dark (two versions of the same thought) I.All these yearspressed into my chest,and still, I want to bloom. Still,I turn toward brightness,to seewhat the sun makes visible. Still,I reach for laughter, not as it was,but as something that knows me. II.Yearslaid like stoneacross a chest, still,something under itrefuses burial. I will bloomthrough…
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Ten Things of Thankful
An interesting week that ended with all is well. 1) I am thankful for quick meals. A Spanish tortilla of onion and potato, and a lot of eggs. ¡Esto está delicioso! It’s difficult to see from the photo, but it’s about 2″ high. 2) All of the tomato seedlings are now proper plants, and growing…
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1706: dVerse Quadrille
Mythic An old woman tells a storywhile rain taps the window. The children lean in closer. The wolf is gone, she says,though the forest remains. The facts have long sincevanished, but the myth remains —sitting by the firewarming his furry paws. Written for dVerse Quadrille “myth” 44-words sans title. Some images created with Midjourney; all…
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1706: Everywhere Poems
Witness A blue vein ran throughmy grandmother’s hand, blue as a horizon. As a childI’d glance awayfrom its small tentacle and look insteadinto her eyes, which on Mondaywere green and by Fridaywere blue. Dad’s eyeswere like that. Mum would jokethey were evil and he’d glance upand grin. My eyes are brown. Except when they’re green.Green…
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1606: Brigid’s Diary – A Six
Part 13, Brigid’s Diary: The Abbey of Saint-Roman Beaucaire, July 1836, Camouflage The Beaucaire Fair moved like the Rhône in flood, bodies and bargains braiding into one slow current, and Felreil folding his foreignness into the merchants’ black coats and polished leather while quick fingers rehearsed their small rebellions at the height of a purse.…
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1506: Journal of Thoughts
Yellow Prophet This branchholds him long enough to sing.He ignites the air with brightness —a promise.A practice. Even the leaveslean in. Written for Sadje’s What Do You See #345. Image credit; Mark Olsen. Poem ©Misky 2006-2026.
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1506: The Liturgy
Part 13: Liturgy for the Beaucaire Fair(for those who buy and those who are bought) I. The Commerce of CrowdsThe fairground swallows them whole.Brigid and Felreil, two more bodiesin the great migration of need and greed. Trestle tables groan under linen and lace,under knives that promise to never dull,under potions that promise to never fail.Merchants…
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1406: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Sunday Afternoon Mr Whippyis in the neighbourhood. Pop Goes the Weaselechoes from red brick,through open windows. Ice cream weatherhas returned. The sun is shining again. The tune drifts on,turning corners,finding gardens, opening old summers. By the timeit fades, the street is sweeterthan before. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
Maybe Later (Or Curses for Neighbours) Part One: The InvasionThe cat sits on the windowsill,tail rigid,ears flat,watching the moving vandisgorge strangers into his territory …the house that was once his,before the vowel-less traitorsfled to Bwlchgwyn, Wales,thinking he wouldn’t find them. “Fools,” he mutters.“I am cat.I am eternal.I am territory.” The Old Woman sips her tea.“They’ve…
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