Category: AI Art
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2.12: Six Sentence Story
At the Intersection of Odd Numbers Bon Appétit — The Pepperbright Canticle The bell above the door startles itself into a shriek of fingernails on a chalkboard as a woman, trailed by a rosy-nosed child in a cat-eared hat, ignores the door slamming shut behind her and asks, “What do you have for a dinner…
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1 Dec: The Liturgy of Pepperbright Canticle
Liturgy for Pepperbright Canticle (reading time: 1 minute) I. The Nature of the SparkPepperbright Canticle arrives as a glint.Vivid. Gold-green.Like sunlight striking a brass bowlof crushed herbs. It tastes of citrus heat, wild laughter,and something faintly medicinalthat refuses to apologise.It does not ask permission.It simply is:truth slipping out sideways,a confession madewith a mouth full of…
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1 Dec: Journal of Thoughts
Senryua flash of silverminnows argue like old menalways over nought. Haikuwhite sand, shifting light,a prayer of small silver fish.the deep blue answers. Senryuthey scatter like thoughtstoo many to name or holdbut still, I listen Haikusilver threads of lightweave through silence and shadow—a school drifts deeper Written for SenHai Saturday, #28 Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and the Penguin Inquiry (A Winter’s Tale in One Act) The cat is pressed against the cold glass,the garden becoming a white sentence,watching the snow like it’s televisionfor intellectuals. “When,” he asks,without turning,“will the penguins arrive?The documentary said snowmeans penguins.And ice.And… formal wear.” The Old Woman looks up from her knitting.“That’s the Antarctic,…
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27.11: Ten Things of Thankful
… plus a few AI images created on Midjourney 1. Fabulous old words that really shouldn’t be archaic, like GLOAM or GLOAMING archaic, twilight, dusk, the fall of the evening. Germanic fem. 2. Spicy tinned tomato and limp vegetable soup with orzo and big fat prawns. That’s orzo not ouzo. And that’s a real photo,…
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25.11: The Intersection of Odd Numbers
The Glyph of Rainmoth Fold The Unbound Heart The bell above the door startled itself into song as a woman stepped inside, trailing the scent of wet wool and old rain, her umbrella dripping quietly onto the floor, the air folded small around her shoulders like it didn’t want to be noticed. Brigid set down…
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24.11: Unbound – The Liturgy
The Liturgy for the Unbound Heart I. The Colour of Softened Truth It begins where blush meets ash,a muted rose,pressed between pages of memory,tinged with the softness of smoke after rain.Not pink, not grey,but something woven of both,a tenderness wrapped in quiet release,the hue of truthwhispered after years of silence,the moment sorrow exhalesand becomes something…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and The Book of Obsolete Words(A Masterclass in Feline Flattery) The cat is sprawled across the Dictionary of Forgotten Tongues,one claw resting delicately on the entry for: “Philofelist”: n. A lover of cats. “You,” he announces,with the gravity of a judge delivering a life sentence,“are clearly a philofelist.It’s archaic.It’s dignified.It’s literally written here,…
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22.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu (for the human unease it stirs) The mountains feel watched,a gloom too deep for sunlight,a weight on the soul. Haiku (for the season’s ominous beauty) Fog layers the peaks, the sky wears hazy shadows,a storm’s heavy breath. Image prompt. Written for SenHai #27. ©Misky 2006-2025.
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21.11: MicroDosing 150µg
Quiet Hearts There’s a man who wandered here and there, collecting silences: the thin breath between cathedral notes, the feather-pause beneath a crow’s wing, the split-second hush before a lie takes shape. He trapped each one in cork-sealed jars, labelling them with careful hands, certain he was gathering rare specimens of the world’s quiet heart.…
