Category: AI Art
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28 July: A Cadralor Poem
16 July: A Cadralor PoemI.River Po flows sand on sand.It’s merely, if that, a trickle. II.Liguria’s crescent cups Portofino.Air scented with sea and cactus. III.Cannes is a slow progressagainst a doubled down sun.Swallows sweep the sunset. IV.Leonard Cohen is singing on the radio.I order steak. Red and rare. Wine to match. V.And the air snaps…
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27 July: Climbing Frames
14 July: Climbing Frames Last day in Milan.It’s raining.He wants to go to the parkand doesn’t care if it’s wetting down. He’s a 3-year old pirate,standing on the top of the climbing frame,shouting over the shrillnessof cicadas. My son’s beautiful boy. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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26 July: dVerse Ekphrastic Poetry
The Woman Who Lies with Rocks This woman is terrified of her own sanity.Some days, she thinks she looks likeChurchill’s bulldog, so she dresses in pink because dogs don’t wear pink by choice,and passerbys will smile and think,There goes that lovely woman in pink. But her sanity is a hatchery of anxiety. Sanity makes her…
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26 July: The July Journal 13.7.23
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24 July: Quadrille #180 Water
When Summer Smiles Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees. Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,clear as water down a thirsty throat. I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase. Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”.…
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24 July: The July Journal 12.7.23
Over the Alps 12 July: Across the Alps Chamonix & Mont Blanc Châtillon churches,tall steeplesand pointy roofs,grey stonethe colour of mid-February,and you hum Ave Mariawithout realising. Image taken with iPhone 14 Pro ©Misky 2023
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22 July: The July Journal
Thoughts on Wind Drying Laundry 22.7.23 Thoughts on Wind When Drying Laundry Summer wind is slow and patient. Like old age.It comes at you in waves. Through small spaces and dark cavities,around stones, and ringing silenced thoughts. It lifts and turns,such a frisky dance. It’s a simple wisdom,like an unfinished sentence that ©Misky 2023
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22 July: The July Journal 10.7.23
10 July: We’re Off on a 3-week Driving Holiday from UK to Italy and Southern France. I.the last dream of the night,it’s a sparrow’s song,it’s a small flower,a sliver of sun shining across the floor.and I smell coffee. II.Your car’s lost its roof, says a small boy.Do you think it’s a fast car, asks his…
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11 July: La Route
Shade under a tree,the breeze is mummifying.Grass crackles and chirps.Lunch is sandwichesfrom the petrol station. Continue on the A29 for 165 kilometres, instructs the unflappable woman with directions. She never feels the heat. ©Misky 2023.
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