Category: AI Art
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12 Sept: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am thankful that the English language has progressed beyond St Patrick’s 5th century Tale of a Nation (although I adore the word “docus” – a silly person): “Eh man, but ye maun be an unco docus to mistak the yowlin’ o’ a wheen dougs for the squeelin’ o’ ghaists…
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12 Sept: The Women of Lafitte’s
A Short Story The Seamstress She leans into the clatter of the machine, foot steady, hands coaxing fabric through with a tenderness that belies the harsh steel needle. The air is heavy, close — thick with the sweetness of cotton dust and the metallic tang of oil. Outside, New Orleans sweats; inside, she stitches against…
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11 Sept: Ink In Thirds
100 Word Wednesday: prompt – image of an open palm The girl shrank from the compliment, as if it shone too bright. Her grandmother’s eyes — the weight of ages. “There once was a chalice,” she said, “cracked, scarred by flame, hollow with longing, and when the rain descended, the chalice turned aside. ‘I am…
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10 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
The Shadowed Door (the death of an online friend) It’s like finding a shadow where a door used to be — a threshold crossed a thousand times without ever noticing the hinges. Or like the neighbour you waved to across the wire and glass of years — now gone, and there are no casseroles, no…
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9 Sept: dVerse Quadrille
So Much Between So much dependson the moon’s pale hinge,the way night folds its dark velvetover the day’ssharp edges. So much is still heldin the soft hush —the unsaid,the almost, the breath betweengoodnightand a dream’sfirst tender sigh. This quadrille (44-words, sans title) is written for Dee’s dVerse Poets Quadrille #231 “much”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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9 Sept: A Six Sentence Story
The Book of 27: #19 – Starvow: The Unspoken Vow The Cartography of Brigid In the hush before sunrise, Felreil remembers her — not as a person, but as light. A quiet kind of love — like the sound of a wave inhaling before it breaks, or rain sighing against warm skin — the kind…
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8 Sept: Starvow – The Liturgy
19 of 27 – Liturgy for Starvow: The Silent Exchange I. The GreetingNot a vow spoken,but a pulse exchanged —a light in an east-facing window,answeredby a presence in an old oak tree. It is a dawn ritual with no name,a breath they lend to silence,a space made sacredonly because they both tend it. II. The…
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5 Sept: dVerse Cinquain
Silent Sky (a cinquain poem) So still,the heavens wait —a canvas drawn with hush,its blue skin pulled across the day.Don’t breathe. A cinquain, syllable count 2-4-6-8-2, written for dVerse Poets . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without…
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6 Sept: MicroDosing 60µg
The key turns.The lock clicks. The air inside smells of much-loved books and lemon soap she used this morning. Her shoulders drop, a weight she hadn’t realised she was carrying — her handbag slides to the floor. “I’m home,” she whispers to the quiet, and the quiet, for the first time all day, whispers back.…
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5 Sept: Ten Things of Thankful (soundtracked)
In no particular order: 1. The clouds could no longer hold the rain. It fell in curtains. Wind’s fingerprint on everything. Sunflowers abandoned to the shadows; petals melted in the rain. I’m thankful for rain in the midst of a drought. The rain barrels are full to overflowing again! 2. Planning an 8-day trip to…
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