Category: AI Art
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10.12 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in the Weavers Of this I will know, the power of weavers,the wend of beings wise. Weavest of will. … himin hverfæ ferr menn And I will come from my roamingand wandering, speak riddle-reader. … hykk at illa geti kömr Magic weaver. Ancient sage.Who comes to me with a cold heart. Are they…
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9 Dec: A Six – Heads or Tails at The Three Moles Pub
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 3 Heads or Tails at The Three Moles Pub We’ve stopped for lunch at The Three Moles pub near Petworth, West Sussex; it smells malty sweet, old wood soaking up fumes of dark mild ale, (we both order rib eye steaks,…
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8 Dec: A Housewife’s Ecstasies
A Disturbing Paragraph from a Housewife’s Ecstasies Crane fly on the walllicking at grease,and a blueberry piecooling on the pine table,you know the one –it has the Queen of Spadesfolded into fours so itstays level, won’t rock, the one inthat corner; that corner that always felt empty of air.Mama used to keepa four-leaf cloverin that…
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7 Dec: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order 1. I am thankful that the storm (yes, another one, plus one more is sitting off-shore) that blew through West Sussex earlier this week didn’t cause too much damage. A few limbs fell, and no leaves left on the trees, but that means no more raking leaves (always looks on the…
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4 Dec: A Six – Brighton Rock
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 2 Title: Brighton Rock By midday, we are relaxing on striped sun loungers in the shadow of Brighton Palace Pier, watching Hünga dance with waves whose rhythm orchestrates every movement of his playful partner, but beneath the pier, the waves feel…
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3 Dec: An Unknown Colour
Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented An Unknown Colour it’s the property,they think it’s theirs,running by the fence,chewed holes in the shed,just for bitter grass seed. mice,hustling about.might be rats,you never see them.just a flash as they runthrough the ground cover. mice,they will die,mortal being of this world,the great hoax,a…
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2 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
It’s been a Happy Day … For breakfastI had toast and marmalade,eggs and tea. Hummed a bar or twoof an old song that ran wildthrough my head. Wrapped a woollen shawlaround my shoulders,catching cold now is a worry I miss writing lettersto parents – they’ve beengone many years now. Winter darkness is here;it’s the last…
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2 Dec: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (a haibun) The I In It I started the morning with rain, yesterday’s coffee, two line couplets (which means 4 lines), a haiku sans nature, listened to Beethoven’s 7 and 8 as loud as the neighbour’s could tolerate, discovered 2 errors in the publisher’s proof, thought the haiku…
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1 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Frustration … … is a poem that makes no sense. It’s early morning,and I’m in the middle of a dark memory,or it might be a nightmare. A pull in a direction,a light’s refraction in a room of clear airand bright surfaces. Medical measure.Walls pink as a mouth, and I hear crunchingleaves. Old parchment. I am…
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30 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Celebration … this poemwill only mention celebrationin passing, the way smokefrom a bonfire is no hurryto be gone, or howstanding next to a sexy womanmakes you feel invisible,or like undergradswho ride bicycles when I use my senior’s bus pass, or more specifically,being loved by someone wholooks beyondyour being as oldas a stone. and that’s all…
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