Category: AI Art
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5 February: This is fiction – trigger warning
The Incident of the Woman from the House with Two Stone Lions The old house was saffron and butter colour, and those cicadas singing in the trees pushed us into manic. Mama had swept the cinders from the fire, left them strewn and broadcasted across the kitchen garden – sweeping the old year out the…
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3 February: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Perfect Timing Time has a perfect view of my life. A clock in the kitchen, well, three actually, the microwave, the oven, and one on the wall that calibrates itself with some radio in Greenwich, a process worth marvelling over, if I cared to. And there’s a clock in the living room, two to be…
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3rd February: Snagged
Snagged I’m like petulant weather,a martyr to salt-cures for scars and apathy, And today, I snagged my armon a canine-toothed thorn of a rose bush, Something prolificrolled off my ownerless tongue, but When the rain comes,it’ll wash that secret language out of my head. For Linda Hill’s JusJoJan “Canine”. It took a while for my head…
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2 February: Just Write
Just Write Just Write (revised) He wants to go the garden centreand buy some decorative bark forthe hebe bush he cut to the quick. I reckon cats’ll use it as a litter box, but he knows that, so I say nought. Big 20kg bags the size of hay bales.He buys three because it’s 3 for…
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1 February: The Beekeeper
The Beekeeper In a white smockand netted hat, weedingand keepingthe secret of bees. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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30 January: A dVerse Haibun
There’s an assassin at the heart of the winter, it’s a cold muscle, forcing itself on everything. The chairs and the wrought iron table are up against the wall, upended and blown away. Frost covers the grass. Snow covers the roses. Ice covers the creek. Children are skating on it every day. The creek’s only…
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31 January: A Tanka of Water
The Philosophy of Water a glass of water, ridiculous to think itmight solve life’s problems, to drink in a moment’s calm of water’s philosophy. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and tanka poem 5.7.5.7.7 ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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29 January: Stream of Consciousness
Sunday morning: (304 words) He’s sitting in his brand new car, my neighbour, reading the user manual, I assume, although a moment later I see it’s The Times newspaper. He turns the page, shakes it straight, and folds it into a manageable rectangle. It rests on his steering wheel, and he’s drinking coffee with a…
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28 January: for Fireblossom’s Word List
This Isn’t About Trains or Armadillos That starched ribbon in her hair,its of dubious use. Absurd to thinkit can tie smoke, or restrain hairthat’s the colour of Moroccan wind. And she leans over the jukebox,f-me boots up to her anymores. She’s a superstar Wurlitzer genius, a mix of nightbird, and tar soap. This society girl…
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27 January: Fallen
Fallen He’s unbalanced by gravity, plummets like currency. Tumbles on the trail and then disappears from view. There’s a bolt of noise through his head, and he looks around – a slow forest of ebony, trees of speech, lanky, a green canopy of limbs. The ground is thick, muddy, and bitter, and his eyes are…
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