Category: AI Art
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14 May: A Downward Song
A Downward Song The downward wing of a dove,strange but not so strange what brings you here. Whose voice is sweetas rose and myrtle, andwhose spirit stills a forest. Are you to be gone from us,tender dove, into those silent ways. Of leaf on leaf, bright rain of nightto possess your gentle breath. May your…
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14 May: A Six – Part 9: Before When
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #9 Before When “I have no idea what you’re talking about most of the time, Brigid,” says Pierre. We’re sitting on the floor, our aching backs resting against the wall, knees disengaged and unlocked, muscles stretched, and so I empty the…
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13 May: Every Journey Is a Story
Every Journey Is a Story Every journey is a story,and I say, You’re those fieldsof yellow mustard blossoms,but no matter where we are,you always say that I’m a tree. Every time just like the last,the years blur into the present,and I say I’ve always been this age,you laugh, say I wasn’t born withall that white…
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12 May: Ritual
Ritual She tilts like a star leaning against her hip, slips into that dark galaxy void, where her eyes are gentle on her restless soul. And waves surge marble-hard, a chance to break against her thighs like flexing muscle fans. Her pulse quickens as she chants rituals in her own flickering light. I am 90%…
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10 May: A Lily’s Palette
A Lily’s Palette I love lilies.Mum hated them. But that’s not why I love them, although there was that contrary friction between us from time to time. I love them becausethey smell like church. Mum hated them becausethey smell like church. When Mum’s father passed away, Grandma filled the church with white lilies. The air…
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9 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
9 May Page 95 Just a little while upon the wind shall carry me. This is the last post for the found poems based on The Prophet, Khalil Gibran. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of…
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8 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
8 May page 94 Farewell to you and a dream, your longing for sky. Noontide is upon me, half waking in a deeper song of this single heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new…
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8 May: A Six – Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 8 Starlight Shines on the Roof By which I mean Nyx is scratching shadows and filling the street named after a saint with decomposing light. Tedium … when I peel potatoes, my mind wanders – and she didn’t ask Hades’ permission,…
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7 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
7 May page 92 My wings are their shadow, a free thing that moves ether. Fain vague words of misty decay. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from…
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6 May: Found Poetry (Remixed)
6 May page 93 Whispering dreams that cloud your eyes, clay that fills your ears. These things are the captain of my ship, and this day has ended. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new…
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