Category: AI Art
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1 January: SSS “Task”
Nothing Much A few red bricks from the demolished chimney, and the curve of the driveway is all that’s left to show that a house stood here once, where every December Christmas lights hung in scallops from the iron guttering, blinking on and off all night until one of the neighbours complained that it set…
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31 December: A Few Thoughts
A Few Thoughts That Don’t Include Azaleas His white stained handkerchief,and the hat Mum knitted him, she made him a new one every year, and she stuck it in his Christmas stocking. The safety pin from his work overalls,a coin he touched, and a brass button, his paint brushes and canvases,and a piece of amber…
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30 December: The Desk
The Desk my desk iswhere I write in my journalwhere I write poetrywhere I lose myself in prosewhisked away by others’ words where my thoughts rise and fallwhere the weight and troublesof mind and soul are polishedinto its richly polished wood and where I wade into another day. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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29 December: Found Poetry
Put Your Hands Down It entwines you,your left handtalking to your right hand.So open your arms wideuntil they’re exhausted. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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28 December: Found Poetry
Hidden Those secrets you hide. In your head.In your imagination.In your heart. It’s a weakness. It grabs you,and pins you downand causes eternal grief. It exists when hidden. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and…
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27 December: Found Poetry
Aperture A tiny aperturein your heart.For light.Gentle and mystical. Opened more,expelsdarkness. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and…
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26 December: Short Form Poetry
Bound to a Breeze Dance,winter wheat and sprouting oats that chase the breezeand swaylike the soul of music. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2023.
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25 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
This is Nico, he’s 4, and he wants to know why that woman is pretending to be Santa Claus, and why she’s jingling a bell at everyone who walks by. I tell him that the woman is collecting money for charity, for people who haven’t enough money for toys if they buy food, or no…
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24 December: A Few Thoughts on the Day
She’s 5. Eats Greek yogurt with honey. Her brother is 4, and he’s making pretend money. It’s Florida. December. The weather’s fine. Grandsons. Granddaughters. Of sons of mine. They are the heart of me.Wild flowers at the centre of me. He’s 13. Says Christmas is like a song. His sister says I’ve been away too…
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23 December: Found Poetry
A View Love is interiorTo succumbTo opened eyes As you sit on a chairOr walk down a roadLove is a view Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…
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