Category: AI Art
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Crow’s Supremacy(Or: A Feline Crisis of Gravity) The cat is stretched in a sunbeam,belly exposed,dignity intact,one eye fixed on the bare winter treewhere the crow stands.Stands!On a twig no thicker than a whisker,rocking slightly,as if gravity were a suggestionit had politely declined. “How,” the cat breathes,“can that bird do that?Stand on a twig?A twig,…
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Ten Things of Thankful
I am in Denmark for a few weeks with family, so this one is quite nordic-centric. 1. Thankful for two weeks with my sons, grandchildren, extended family and old friends. What a gift this is for me. 2. Thankful that my eldest granddaughter, Emma, is on her way from Norfolk VA and will land in…
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1607: Six Sentence Story
Red Planet Every Saturday her mother wound damp strips of cotton through her long black hair, and by morning the curls sprang free, dark and shining, as though each had dreamed all night of dancing. She tied a bright red balloon to the end of her ponytail and stepped into the morning with it tugging…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
This poem is based on a morning of observing ants with my grandson Nico. Do Ants’ Eyes Narrow in the Wind Do ants stop, as I do,and listen to distant thunder roll. Do they lift their feetin snow,on hot sand, and do they dance. Do their eyes narrowin the wind. Do they knowcome July they’ll…
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1307: Everywhere Poems
Everywhere Poem: Forgotten Things The womanreturned homeafter circling half the world. The dandelion seedwas still waitingwhere she left it. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Fence Treaty(Or: A Headbutt Heard in New Zealand) The cat sits on the fence post,tail like a sceptre,looking down at Crymych,the Cane Corso,the Italian mastiff,the dog who digs holesand aspires to New Zealand. The cat clears its throat. “Tell you what,” he says,in the tone of a kingoffering a peasant a crumb,“I’ll stay on…
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Ten Things of Thankful
In Denmark and Sweden for the next three weeks. Holiday. Family. Yeah! 1. Thankful that there are still lanes untouched by tarmac and cement. 2. Thankful that drip irrigation systems are exempt from the hosepipe ban. 3. The tomato, peppers, and cucumber plants should be okay while we’re up North 3-weeks because (thankfully!) Peder has…
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0807: Six Sentence List Poem
The Colour of Thunder a list poem of six sentences THE COLOUR OF THUNDER the colour of thunder isdaybreak,the blue shinein a crow’s feather. a boatwithout water,a skinned knee,sunburn. a preacherwithout a pulpit,the snapof a wet towel. the prickof a rose’s thorn. the blue noiseof a siren. we call itthunder. Previous Instalments – For the…
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0707: Everywhere Poems
NORTH afternoon heat.roses scent the air. suitcases openon the bed. these shoes.those shoes. socks.shorts.tops.passports. tomorrow,we escape north. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0507: Six Sentence Poem
Two Six Sentence Poems: Thunder I. Thunder Thunder wilts through July’s green oak.Distance beyond distance.Sun-bleached blue.We renamed the cloudless sky Thunder.Its heat soaked into the flagstones.Then again, it rumbled —the long arm from a constellation. II. Thunder Cloudless all afternoon.Thunder somewhere beyond the hills. The flagstones giving backeverything the sun had taken. But no storm…
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