Category: AI Art
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11 June: dVerse Quadrille
Proof That I WasI’m feverish, my blood full of penicillin, my head full of Gealdýr, and I’ve an old photo album in my hand. proof, I was once there. a beach, long and white, my children young and small on a holiday that is a figment memory. Written for Lillian’s dVerse’s Quadrille (figment). Some artwork is created…
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11 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It3. Across the LineI am an impulse like a human monsoon, or a yoga that implodes the sun, flaring like bleakand slaughter,withdrawn into forgery, drained of my identity.Breached when I thoughta boundary was awry. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such…
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10 June: Found in Ragnarök
Poetic Form: Tanka 5.7.5.7.7 – st. 42-46 pg 139 What tells of my fate.How every world of my Nineis salt and secret.Say what of Mist-Hel. She dwells,and lives cold with Dread-Winter. She’s of Fenrir-Wolfand Jörmungandr the Serpent.Misty worlds of dead.Daughter of Hel and Loki.Threatening, harsh, and cruel. This is the start of new series of…
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10 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It2.Stellar DebrisI am unstablein this nether light.Fallen stellar debris,likewind-fall fruit,or carved relicsin clarified air.I ama plough that ploughs 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…
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9 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It1.The Befores I was once a feralapparition.Blank geometry.Me, ascorching blizzardhaunted by my own skin,and I existed beforebiology with itsaphasia-blackenedSun.And yetI am scatteredas dust on water. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright…
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8 June: The Nature of Friday
The Nature of Friday I. I swam where the sea matched the land Brightest white as the whitest sand, and Beside me long sheaths of kelp did fan. Written for Ink in Thirds – Three Line Thursday “adventure” II. It seemed that every surface of my skin were leaves and bark stuck on my limbs. My eyes…
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5 June: A Six – Part 12: Behind Every Lining
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #12 Behind Every Lining Is a Cloud BEHIND EVERY LINING IS A CLOUD There’s timid drumming on the windowpane … I unlatch and slide open the window on the night’s dark eye and its full-blown moon that’s bone white … and…
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4 June: dVerse Prosery
THE HOSTILE WITNESS His fate, governed by a clock. Break for tea. Break for lunch. Break his neck from the end of a rope. He trickles sweat like a nervous tide, and whispers, “I pray to God that she may lie forever.” With unopened eye, movement of its blind swivel hidden, an old woman places…
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4 June: Found In Ragnarök
The Likes of Heaven Hence comes Wind overwaves giant as never seenlikes from heaven. Hence comes an eagle,its wings long string runes.He is called Corpse-Swallower. Dweller of this earth,they say He comes on Windwith tidings of the Three Norn*. He owns the Hundreds,but first, more potent a spell, Æsir’s kin must sit again. *The Norn are…
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2 June: The Desertification of Guizhou
The Desertification of Guizhou We are grit and dust.Parched to the corefragile as the edge of eggshells. No rain for years.Just this milky mist that sedatesthe red dogwoods with slashedPicasso-edged punctuation. Sun catches glistening teardrops, baubles hooking on hanzi twigs.Even the breeze catches, fastens,and Guizhou coughs up sand. A lick of wind scatters across us,the…
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