Category: AI Art
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0105: Journal of Thoughts
7:30pm, 1 May (Beltane) Car Packed and Ready once,I would have lain awakeon the edge of leaving, maps bright behind my eyes,the pull of elsewherelike a tide I couldn’t ignore. now, I sleep. because the road is known,the ferry a familiar hingebetween two roomsthat I have lived in long enoughto forget which one is mine.…
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Ten Things of Thankful
This week: spring has taken hold, sunlight laid wide across the days, green things rising without hesitation, and the air almost startled by its own scent and colour. St Malo offers rain and a lingering chill during our little holiday, but with Brittany short of rain, we’ll carry an umbrella gladly and call it part…
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2904: Journal of Thoughts
An Hour in April 19:20in the conservatory,we sit inside a bowl of blue. moon halfway risen,unhurried as breath. Peder reads the future aloud,electric, precise, kWh,while my little Renault restswith the memory of roads still warm. outside,apple trees hold the last birdsonglike a secret not yet spent. and the clouds, pink drawn sidewaysas if the sky…
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2904: Announcement
Robert Lee Brewer announced the Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge results today, and the winner was an amazing collection of poems by Anika Zaman called “The Monsters We Inherit”. (quoted in part on Writers’ Digest webpage) In addition to Anika’s winning manuscript, Robert selected three finalists that gave “The Monsters We Inherit” a run for its money:…
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2804: Haibun Monday
No Facebook. No X. Less news — especially politics and war. It seems endless, a kind of tinnitus. I move through the day in relative silence, reclaiming space, attentive again to the small things around me, freed from the relentless alarms of a thousand strangers. Today, after lunch, I sat in the sun and drifted…
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2704: A Different Six
Without Sense I am tired of men who grinwhile cities burn, of suitswho call it strategy, of flagsused as shrouds. I am tiredof the loud being mistakenfor strong, of crueltydressed as realism,of madnessgiven microphones while decent peoplecount coins,ration heat,and bury children. Do not ask mefor balance when the scale itselfis broken. Do not ask mefor…
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The Old Woman With No Cat (part 1)
The For Sale Sign (Part 1) (A Cat’s Crisis of Convenience) The cat sits on the Old Woman’s fence,tail twitching like rhythmic panic. “Do you see that?” he hisses, eyes wide as saucers.“A sign.A literal sign.Your neighbours are selling my secondary residence.” The Old Woman sips her tea.“It’s their house, cat.Not yours.” “Semantics!I have a…
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The Old Woman With No Cat (Part 2)
THE SEAGULL DEBACLE (Part 2)(A Lesson in Avian Betrayal & Feline Accounting) The seagull —whose name is Keithand whose morals are negotiable agrees to the terms: One dramatic dive,one defaced sign,one endless chip buffet. He swoops.He squawks.He… misses. The S in “FOR SALE” now bears a chalky, dubious streak.It reads: “FOR ALE.” The cat stares.“You…
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2504: Violet’s Phraseology
Elena found the letter tucked behind Dad’s war medal. “When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth,” she read aloud. Inside was her mother’s handwriting …thin, slanting, frightened. To my beloved Elena,I did not leave you. There were pages after that: signatures, witnesses, the legal theft of a child. At the…
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2404: Liturgies of a 3rd Eye
Part 2: Liturgies for a Third Eye Liturgy for the Unpicking(for hands learning a new kind of sight) I. The Knot Does Not Know She Cannot SeeIt does not softenout of pity.It does not loosenits blind architecture. It waits,patient as stone,for her touchto learn its language. II. First ReckoningHer fingers fumble,a strangerin a darkened room.…
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