Category: AI Art
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27 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
Part 1: The Old Woman and the Cost of Living Crisis the cat stares at its empty bowl,then at the old woman,then at the shrivelling pile of kibbleshe dares to call “dinner.” “it’s economics,” she sighs.“everything costs more now—even regret.” the cat, unimpressed,slides a crumpled grocery receipt her way: explain this.item #4: tuna, premium –…
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26 May: Glimmourne – The Liturgy
8 of 27 Glimmourne – The Poem – The ache of beauty that betrays you Oh, it shines—not like sunlight,but like a knife turned just so,flashing a promise it never meant to keep. It is the stage-light’s lie:the kind that makes rot look like texture,makes hunger look like art. (You’ll know it by how it…
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26 May: A Six – The Book of 27
#8 of 27: Glimmourne – A Colour Once Felt, Not Seen #8 of 27: Glimmourne – The ache of beauty that betrays you She stands in the back corridor after the show, still wearing the silk-and-lace dress the audience said made her look like fire, smiling the way they taught her—teeth, dimples, neck exposed like…
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24.05: A Cadralor Poem
The Crow Did Not AnswerI.In the market, a man with no shoestrades a step for a story.He says his mother was lightningand his father a lie.I give him a coin. He weeps. We call it even. II.The cactus blooms at midnight—pale as breath in winter,a slow exhale from the edge of something sharp.I dream of…
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25.05: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Unsupervised Sunday Morning Rebellion the sun, unchaperoned,paints the kitchen gold with anarchy,but still, the old woman sleeps past dawn—a heresy the cat would have punished,had it not been next doorknocking over someone else’s teacups. Afternoon Culinary Experiment the old woman throws something soupy in a pot: “Recipe for Whatever’s Left.”3 carrots with…
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23.05: Journal of Thoughts
Peripherals The centre dissolves—but the edges bloomwild and electric.A flicker of moth-wing,the sly grin of doorframesas the world reshufflesinto a deck of half-guesses. Vision now meanswatching the airdance with whatit won’t let you hold. There are memoriesstill tattooed on your lids.Let the periphery preachits gospel of shadows—each blur a velvet rebellionagainst the sun’s sharpness. And…
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22 May: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I’m thankful for days that feel like nothing is a miracle, and for days when everything is a miracle. I’m thankful for both. 2. The pigeons have left my sunflower seedlings alone. Last year, they pulled them all up and left them scattered about as if weeding. 3. A new…
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22.05: The Old Woman With No Cat
A Tenderness for Lost Things the old woman with no catsweeps the loft. she hums to broken spectacles,buttons without coats,spoons that remember mouthsnow gone. there’s a box of keyswith no ambition left—just quiet, rusted loyaltyto doors that no longer exist. she crochets warmtharound fractured teacups.she stitches silenceinto the hem of a baby’s sockfound behind the…
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21 May: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman and the Suspiciously Quiet Cash Register the cash register hasn’t made a cha-ching in three days. not a beep. not a rattle. just—the silence of a thousand unpaid invoices. the old woman leans in, whispers:“you owe me.”the register exhales a single, sad receipt:error: charisma not found. the cat (now a forensic accountant)paws…
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20 May: And the Wind Said …
And After the Flail Mower, the Wind Said … the earth knows grief—how it pools in your palms like rainwater,heavy with the weight of severed rootsand the stunned silence of neststorn open too soon. You are allowed this sorrow.It means you rememberwhat the world tries to numb:that every blade of grass has a voice,that even…
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