Category: AI Art
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11 Jan: A Six – Part: 4
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 4 Stonehenge: Latitude: 51.1789° N, Longitude: -1.8278° W The gods decided to send a storm … but they weren’t just talking about it – they were bloody screaming, and the clouds were black as the brows of doom. Nick shouts over…
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10 January: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Nico and Luisa live in Bogotá. Year round it’s 20°. Frost? What’s frost, asks Nico. We go outside and I write their names on the patio table – it’s thick with hoar frost. What’s a hoar, asks Nico … as he leans over to lick the tabletop. His mother grabs…
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3 January: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. It was a movie recommendation from a dear friend for which I am very thankful: The Fountain. It lingers in my thoughts and has wormed its way into my psyche. I simply cannot set it aside in my mind. My husband (who shall in the future be referred to as…
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2 Jan: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.7
Speak theeIn the Circle of Wise. Sér alla vesá Sér alla vesá No notesNo tidingsNor be of wit Know all that answersAre mute of words. We speak Sér alla vesá. Sér alla vesá. The Weavers Sit in the Circle of Wise. This is the continuation of the series of Found Poetry sourced from The Elder…
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26 Dec: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Nico says that I’m ninety ten years old. And to think that just a few days ago I walked 17.9 kilometres around London. Not half bad for a woman who’s 100, however I’m filled with thankfulness that I’m not 100. Yet. 2. I am happy as a dog with two…
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20 Dec: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am more than just a little thankful that all the Christmas food shopping is done … because it’s a madhouse out there! Our usual supermarket had a queue of cars three long blocks down the road. And I am not one to wait in a queue for more than…
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20 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And this I also know. The one called Mother is richerThan wealth, tho’ hersIs a burden of worded sword. Ósnjall mapr hyggsk munu æy lifá Too deep they are. DeeperThan the wits she keepsWatch o’er flame. She who Is called Bairn’s-Strife,She who suffers a daily death –For her bairn drinks in Ever-Live. það gefur honum…
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19 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.5
And this I also know. The power of gods and foeShall swallow with ice-cold jaw. Gáttir allar, apr gangi fråm, ’tis old lore to the ear.’tis a wits-word.’tis ever wisest the Weaver Of word-keep and secret, sheWho is called Hearth-Warm, she Of fated lip that speaks in silence.Once and again. She who wanders wide for…
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18.12.24 Ink in Thirds
Every Ebb and Sigh I sit here, on a bench, a memorial seat to someone I don’t know, taking in a breath of salt and secrets drifting from the rising sea. This incoming tide is a melody of brine; my dreams; their ghosts; rushing in on the keel of an old ship, sails like fallen…
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18 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: The Weavers c.4 And this I also know. Sá ës sæll ës sjálfir of ǎ ’tis ill this sword of faults.’tis a silent spine, too bold and dry-skinned. to wit men suffer a hasty tongue.to wit her Mother’s measure.to wit men feast of faults. Byrpi bẽtri berræt mápr braútu át, And this I also…
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