Category: AI Art
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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 âhoods 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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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and the Sardine Campaign(Or: This is How a Cat Conquers a Tin of Sardines, Miss Violet đ) The cat sits in the middle of the kitchen floor,a tin of French sardines clutched between his paws. The good kind.The lemony kind. The kind the Old Woman hides on the top shelfbehind the oatmeal. He…
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20 May: Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness on a Tuesday Afternoon Rain arrived exactly on cue today,like a polite actor entering stage left at the BBCâs command âthree oâclock,said the weatherman,and at three oâclock the sky obliged for precisely five minutes,just enough to silver the windows,just enough to make the world smell briefly of wet pavement and leaves,just…
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19 May: dVerse Ekphrastics
Bride with a Fan She is made of hush âblue air, white petals,a face turned inwardas though listeningfor the vow before it is spoken. The veil does not hide her;it teaches light to soften.Even her silence seems paintedwith a tremor of winter sky. In her hand, the fan openslike a small, private weather,something between a…
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19 May: Six Sentence Story
An Undated Note Inserted in Brigid’s Diary Part 11.1, Avignon If this diary is ever found, know first that we did not leave England lightly; we gave it our backs, our hands, our winters, and still it asked for more …more hunger, more silence, more gratitude for wages that would not keep bread before a…
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19 May: dVerse Dogs
Her Heart She will alwaysbe my lastâ last dog,last thought. Blind and deaf,I held herwhen the stroke came, felt her heartagainst the pulseinside my arms. She lefther shadowin my heart. Her namewas Molly. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille of 44-words about a dog. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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18 May: The Liturgy
Liturgy for the Burning of Iron(Sussex, 1838âwhere the poor refused to starve in silence) I. The Ledger of HungerEngland asked for more.Not more work âthe labourers gave that already,their backs bent to the sickle,their hands calloused by the scythe,their winters surrenderedto a season that never paid its debts. England called for silence.For gratitude.For wages that…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat’s Vertical Oppression(Or: Why the Good Stuff Is Always on the Top Shelf) The cat stands before the pantry,face like grievance,gazing up at the top shelfwhere the good sardinesgleam like a golden fleece. âExplain,â he says,âwhy the best fishare alwaysout of reach. Not impossible.Not mythical.SimplyâŠup there. This is not accident.This is architecture.Oppression.â The Old…
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