Category: AI Art
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04.11: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown: #13 (catch-up with all episodes here) I write Mairi on the back of an electricity bill, then Mary beneath it, then cross both out as though ink can be bullied into telling the truth. The names look almost alike if I want them to, near enough for a husband with salt…
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0311: dVerse Quadrille
The Shrilling that storm left us chilly mornings,hedgerows more thorn than leaf, and every bird, insect,winged or walking shrilling with sound. I scarcely moveshould they ceaseand fall into quietness. but they sing,so persistentand insistent. T’is joy, by my own creation. Written for dVerse Poets and De’s Quadrille #259 (44-words excluding the title) including the word…
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03.11: The Liturgy
Liturgy for the Fragments That Will Not Fit(for the questions that multiply in the silence) I. The Moulding of Reasonable ExplanationsShe tries to build a storyfrom the pieces on the table:the ring with Mairi inside,the spiral lock in its sealed envelope,the photographs that will not speak,the dogs that face the sea. Perhaps Mairi was a…
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0211: A Six – SSC&B Alcove
The Heist a double Six this week The Heist — Episode 6: Another Door in the Wall The gargoyle on the right is still quibbling with the Soup Gobbler on his smartphone — “no, not that wall, the other wall” — when the signal breaks into static and dies exactly as we step through the…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat Reads Proudhon (Or: An Anarchist’s Dilemma at the Window) The cat is sprawled across a stack of borrowed philosophy, “What Is Property” One paw rests on a particularly underlined passage:“Property is theft!” “Finally,” the mutters cat,“a human who understands.” He looks around the room:at the cushion he’s claimed,at the sunbeam he’s monopolised,at the…
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Stream of Consciousness
Don’t Swallow Your Chewing Gum (in the style of James Joyce’s Molly Bloom’s interior monologue) Woke from a dream those sounds of late night coming in through the cracked window coldish air and a cat prowling the street its voice tightening up into an air-raid siren like what we had on top of my elementary…
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Ten Things of Thankful
I. Still Rooted Thankful that the storms left no real damage behind. The trees held their footing, the roof held its nerve, and once the clouds moved on, the solar panels quietly went back to work. II. Nature Tidies Up Thankful that the wind gathered all the fallen leaves into neat little piles in the…
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29.10: Everywhere Poems
The Birdbath… …is blue-glazed porcelain,with a fat grey pigeon sitting in it. He does not bathe.He occupies. Another pigeon arrives and stands on the rim,waiting,good manners to prevail. They do not.The grey pigeon sits. So the newcomer pecks him on the head,sends him flapping to the fence, where he watches another pigeon arrive,and observesthe rules…
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28.10: A Six – SSC&B The Heist
The Heist (episode 5) Dinner with the Soup Gobbler “I took it from a reclamation yard on the East Side,” the Soup Gobbler says when Chris admires the long wooden table, dark and scarred enough for a medieval feast; “you mean an antique shop,” says the gargoyle on the left, grinning, “you filched it from…
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27.10: Six Sentence Story
Of Wood and Biblichor la bibliothèque – l’Université de Montpellier It’s a strange wistfulness, old libraries. Outside, the heat made the cobbles seem to rock underfoot, and sometimes the sun struck my eyes so directly that I went momentarily blind; but inside, the air was cool and loose, light met the floor at different angles,…
