Category: AI Art
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10 Sept: A Six – Part: 27 June’s Strawberry Moon
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: 1965: The Night of June’s Strawberry Moon 1965: The Night of June’s Strawberry Moon And I say, ” …hours before, the sky was a fruity blush colour, but now in this fading light the full Strawberry Moon hangs low and lonely, shiny…
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8 Sept: for RDP ‘Thumb”
Knots It was the wayshe’d lick her thumb,and pull a knot throughto the end of a thread. It was magical,as if her mouth helda thousand knots under her tongue. And then she’dlook at the permanent groovein her thumbnailengraved by every thread she’d knotted,and she’d sigh a smallharumph soundof mild irritation. Written for RDP “thumb”. Some artwork is…
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8 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The O In Moon A Pearl of a Moon I dreamt I heldreigns on the sky,on that pearl of the moonand its back-lit sky. I dreamt nightwas black and white keys,like the feathersin a magpie’s song. And I dreamt musiccame from a faraway staras it slid cold through…
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7 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The Y In Fly A Meadow of Stars Tell me aboutthe atoms that your wings sharewith the windwith the starsand sunand moon,and tell me aboutwhen you fly in wider and widercircles across the sky … are you my speck of lighta meadow of starsin another world. Some artwork…
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6 Sept: 3 Line Thursday
I cast my soul to the aira heron who lands in a salt reed marshand I stare at the rising moon until morning Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday) “wait”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not…
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4 Sept: A Six – Part: 26 Navigating a Debris Field
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 26 Navigating a Debris Field last week: Pierre will have to stay here with us; we will clear out the storage room for him,” I say, and Hanzō nods silence; it is the heart of a noble relic that agrees. Navigating…
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3 Sept: dVerse Poets Quadrille 207
A Recipe for Autumn Autumn spins empty stillness.It’s touched by cold moonlight.Spins the sun at the horizon,and fields to prickly stubble.It’s creeping mist.It’s brooding fog.Its leaves lost to trees, and twigs casting intentions.Autumn is shadowless days,and deep bowls of soup. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #207 “spin” (quadrille is 44-words sans title). Some artwork is created…
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2 September: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a cadralor poem) Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing I.They call from a glaze of grey skies marked with white stars of geese,a band of loud trombone songsblowing through small clouds. II.This day is pulled by change,a season’s race pipped…
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31 August: To Meet In Fragrant Wood
To Meet In Fragrant Wood I.She’s hired, a full day’s work,unfolding chairs from folded, one chair at a time,so that we can sit separately. II.Time goes by, her face fades,her colours leach and bleach and fray.She took her voice with her. III.Winter sky shall be empty of youand I want to keep on grieving –…
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30 August: A Six – Part: 25.1 Keep Yourself to Yourself
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 25.1 Keep Yourself To Yourself, Girl Hi, my name is Brigid, and this is my Show and Tell. I’m named after St Brigid of Kildare, the patroness (that’s like a saint) of Ireland, the goddess of spring and fertility and life…
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