Category: AI Art
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12 The Found Poetry Project
Stained I was a fanatic patched and mended into my original skin, but stained with darkest ink. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 24) Wounded by Love, The Life…
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The Siege #2: The Glowering Man
The Glowering Man Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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11 October: The Goatherd #12
Defy the Sky Thunder shakes the starsas if running naked, and the man and his womansip thin soup, and listento thunder’s unspeakable wisdom. Their child, Binti Mbuzi,is a tall slim girl with a timeless heart,fresh as the sky shines blue. But this night is a blinding darkness,born to defy the sky, and the goats sleep,only…
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11 The Found Poetry Project
Gates from infancy,you longed to pitch yourself at gates,know the desert,eat herbs,imitate wilderness,and share a tiny hut with angels. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 20-24) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First…
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10 The Found Poetry Project
10 October: Inure I took wings over rough ground,perpetual motion a wild appearance of madness,of inure. I am a wild man-a goat on a mountainside.Blackbirds with a grape. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 18-21) Wounded by…
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10 October: Seige
Seige The heat and white dust feels feudal.It’s like the last remnants of a fading man. A landscape of human affairs,persistently bleak. Scent of sulphur and burning horse shitblows through the shutters. We know the routine. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery…
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9 October: For Unicorn Challenge
One Saturday Afternoon Dad’s sitting in his stressless chair.By the window.TV remote in one hand,an air gun resting on the windowsill. The gun is filled with buckshot. The gawd-damned deer, as he calls them because he says he doesn’t curse near kids, and I’m 6,are eating his raspberries. And the…
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09 The Found Poetry Project
9 October: Wood Woodopened my mindand emptied the air. Fetched the earthto enter me. I breathe old sage again.And againI am insatiably filledwith my own lament. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 17-18) Wounded by Love, The…
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08 The Found Poetry Project
8 October: Free I am sureof fragrant wordsheard in my head. Smoothed.Planed down.Rasp and crystalline as sea stone. Erase my heart of sight,and I will leave my thoughts free. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 14-16, 17)…
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7 October: A Quadrille for dVerse
Feather Something as pure as a feather,a bleached bone quill,a white wisp vane, maybe fallen froman albatross in a brush with an angel. Or an owlsitting in withering elderberries. A feather hangs in knotted websof a spider, opalized by moonlight. A 44-word (sans title) quadrille written for dVerse Poets “brush”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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