Category: AI Art
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17 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O in the One that Got Away As deep as mossthat holds footprintsthere beside the creek beyond the glint of sunwas the trout that Dadwas never able to catch Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned.…
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16 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Oh Mum didn’t want a dog, didn’t want cats, didn’t much have room in her life for kids either she once told me, but like it or not here I am, I replied. I was 12. To my eyes, she was as old and rough-tongue…
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14 August: A Six – Part: 22, Mycorrhizae
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 22 “Mycorrhizae” Last week: “Yes, I am hungry,” his eyes laugh, but his expression is dialed-to-neutral. “You seek advice, Brigid, which I cannot offer until your thirst is deep enough; advice must be cool water to a dry throat,” and I look…
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11 August: dVerse Dreams
Crystalline Obsidian shine,amethyst light,moonstone rite,silver bright, bracelets,secrets,charms thatdo no harm, dreamt my armwas crystalline. Written for dVerse Dream Poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for…
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5 August: A Six – Part 21: The Beauty of Imperfection
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 21 “The Beauty of Imperfection” last week: “I fill my lungs with swirling night air, look up at the amber light filling the window of my flat, and shout … “You look uncomfortable,” I say , and Hanzō nods, “Wabi-sabi,” and…
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for RDP “Identity”
The Fibre of Water some days I want toempty myself on the tableand see who sits down. some daysI use long as a verb. some days I wishI had been allowedto be left-handed. some days I counteating ice cream as exercise. some days I walk in the rain,and walk back home in the rain.some days…
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28 July: A Six – Part :20
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 20: Samurai Oni no Hanzō Arrives last week: “… surely, the last syllables uttered at the end of time, Brigid … *Memento Mori.” “… yes, but if one lives with the knowledge that the body’s ultimate aim is to be dead,…
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22 July: A Six – Part 19: Memento Mori
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 19 – Memento Mori And he springs off the bed and shouts in a voice lean and tense as wire, “… Conneries conneries conneries.” Memento Mori I wake my laptop, take another sip of lavender tea, and study the leafy debris…
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20 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Sometimes I Forget She’s Gone For a time she was the best in meFor a time I half believed in rights and wrongsFor a time I believed in poetic sympathythat poetry was my friend For a while we were a summer meadowFor a while…
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15 July: A Six – Part 18 : Bedlam
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 18 – Bedlam Last week: “He’s gone, Brigid,” says the Gatekeeper, “Your Connor is gone.” This is *Bedlam Hospital, where once a week I come to visit Pierre … “…it’s three years and five months, says the psychiatrist, as if she…
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