Category: AI Art
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9 Feb: 12 Minutes Past 8
Twelve Minutes Past Eight (A List Poem) Chimney Smoke in curls Grass hard with frost 2 doves pacing the roof ridge Scent of oatmeal A spoon stirring coffee A blackbird singing in the apple treeIce melting in drips Clock-radio playing upstairs Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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A Haibun to Darkness
Waiting for the Dark I sit by the window, the winter trees watching over me as daffodils push through soil and crocuses wait for tomorrow’s sun, and I write this, the light fading until gone, until the paper is more part of darkness than day, and I sit through the hour into night, alone by…
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7 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Well, thank goodness for that; my 32-year old Bamix hand blender finally died. Now I can buy another one with a beast-like motor that can chew its way through a banana and yogurt. 2. Full fibre broadband installation on Friday morning—my mobile will still keep me connected, but no internet…
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5 Feb: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week: The I In It I Would Not Be Seen I would draw myselfon a sheet of white paper,fill in the backgroundwith milk white snow. There’d be no trees,no cars,no trains nor planes,and I’d place myself mid-centre. Me, a snow white rabbit,watching everythingbut not to be seen. ©Misky 2006-2025.
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4 Feb: And It Is Written
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 … And It Is Wrtten Nick and I enter Oxford’s Duke Humfrey’s Library, the Old Bodleian, and at once the air changes—cooler, tinged with the scent of bibliosmia and the faintest hint of dust that has settled since medieval scholars…
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1 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am thankful that I wasn’t blown off London Bridge while trying to make my way to the university’s library, and then the British Library. And I’m thankful that the tourists trying to take selfies in the midst of an intense storm weren’t floating down the Thames. My Met Office…
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31 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.11 He sleepsLike an eagle swoopingAnd wakes with wolvesAfter prey. Riki sitt rikiHis kingdom his Sparks from sparks.Secret from silence. Löst at lifaLost to Life And a thousand knowWho rises wiseIs wise , swoopingOver old oceans This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from Ragnarök, The…
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30 January: Jamaica Inn
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 7.1 The Nature of Being …Continued from Part 7 The Nature of Being Where after the Inn,Jamaica it was called,the land gave up its trees to stone. Its ancient breath lay bareto brooding clouds at sight’s edge, and a notch in…
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29 Jan: The Nature of Being
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 7 The Nature Of Being Mist hangs close and clings to itself, a flutish tune whistling between the gaps of cold stone and purple heather—it’s an ancient hermetic song, calling us in and calling us out. Nick and I are atop…
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24 January: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 2. Bless Luisa and Nico’s smiles when I showed them the pile of beach pebbles and seashells that (their parents) left behind. How can one not be thankful for a child’s smile. 3. Horoscopes that make me laugh: “Don’t try to convince others to agree with you. Be patient – everyone…
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