Category: AI Art
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16.10 Ten Things of Thankful
Not necessarily the ten largest things. Only ten that made me stop long enough to notice. I. Provexity I. Provexity Thankful to learn a new word: provexity — the advanced state of being well grown in years. A seventeenth-century word for great age, and far more elegant than simply saying someone has been around a very long time.long time. II. Tick Tick Tick Thankful for one of those rare…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
The Colour of Nowhere 64% equal 95 miles says my car’s navigator.should be double that distance.plus battery drain of 7% per week the fix: recalibrate the battery, we’re told. so we drive.to nowhere.just drive — until the batteryreaches 15- 20%. after just a few miles: battery is 30%. we need to turn around and head…
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14.10: A Six – SSC&B Alcove
The Heist episode #3 Aurelia has three sets of plans open now, her latest computer-science coursework having taught her to distrust anything that pretends to be simple, and she works across the pages with the same excitement she brings to kernels, processes, and hidden structures, pausing only once to curse when two boundary lines refuse…
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The Old Woman’s Weather
744 Watts rain sideways. cloudsdown to the chimney. not enough sunto cast a shadow. the roofremains unconvinced by a branchimpaling the lawn. the old womanlooks at the sky, seriously? — from The Old Woman’s Weather All rights reserved. These stories may not be reproduced without permission. Unauthorised use will be pursued under the Digital Millennium…
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13.10: Dead Men Don’t Drown
Dead Men Don’t Drown: #10 (catch-up with all episodes here) The next morning I sit at the kitchen table eating strawberries and cream for breakfast while the neighbour’s cat stares through the screen door with the patient outrage of a creature expecting staff. It knows this house better than I do, hooks one claw beneath…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and The Ants(Or: A Game of Tag with the Very Small) The cat is sprawled on the warm stone patio,one paw extended,ears forward,watching tiny black specksscurry across the surfacelike a secret on legs. “They run,” he whispers to the Old Woman,“and then they hide.And then they come back.And then they run again.It’s like…
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08.10: Memory of a Spare Key
The Memory of a Spare Key I am eight, which is very grown up, old enough for my own front-door key. Happy birthday, Mum says, dropping itinto my palm. Keys are power. I know this from the way they danceheavy on chains, keeping time against my father’s belt, from the way grown-ups wear them like…
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Ten Things of Thankful
I. The Pike Thankful to meet a child content with the simple pleasure of fishing. He told me there was a great pike in that water and that one day he would catch it … and then let it go at once. Some dreams are not about keeping what you find. II. Better Late Thankful…
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07.10: A Response Poem
This poem is in response to a Six Sentence Story, Untimely Utterances Part X, written by Nick/Spira. The line of response is: Life & death are the same breath drawn twice. Recurrence a star draws breathin fire,in ash, exhaleswhat fire takes in, again. a first page openswhere the last one closed, dawn lifts the light,evening…
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07.10: A Six – SSC&B Alcove
The Heist: episode 2 “Here, let me.” Aurelia, the nervous poet, unfolds the oldest of the building plan, its paper brittle weak at the creases, enlarged until the lines blur into something between architecture and confession, then taps one narrow rectangle behind the rear rooms.
