Category: AI Art
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16 January: Magpies, Crows, and a Heron
There’s a magpie walking around the garden with an apple core in its mouth – sounds like a wire of wind within its throat. Yesterday, there were two crows fighting over a bone bigger than they were long, both in moods like darkening sky. My neighbour has a fish pond, koi, I think they are,…
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15 January: Found Poetry
Veggie Meagreas a dietof fruit and vegetables.Avoid fierce food. 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 Dadaism…
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15 January: RDP and SSS
Dear Gran, It is January, and the garden freezes and thaws, and then freezes again as if tortured in inches by phantom kicks. The herbs mostly survive: rosemary remains vigorous, although the sage yielded to a hoar frost and snow, dying a valiant death – my warrior sage – my wise old sage, and the…
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14 January: Found Poetry
14 January There is no philosophyin a heart. No singers in a voice.No price in a dream. People are tormented … by the why word. 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…
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13 January: Found Poetry
Ragnarök He said there wastrue freedom in it,to burn like waters parted.An open path, he said,that was a gift,but it was the zealof death’s tyranny. 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…
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12 January: Timelessness
Timelessness The brick wallby the milking shed is old.Older than anyone’smemory goes.And ferns sproutbetween weather-gnawed bricks,ledges like untidy eyebrows,and green growswithout direction or restriction.And the sun rises overthat wall in the morning.Slowly. Slowas the neighbour’sgreen-eyed catwhen its name is called.Everythingmoves at its own pace here. A poem inspired by a paragraph in Bleak House by…
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12 January: Found Poetry
Lightness There is no great secret.Awake.Rise.And shine.Illuminate.Light isone’s equilibrium. 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 Dadaism…
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12 January: #TLT – Ink In Thirds
Sunrise frost, January’s mistress,A pine bough, silver bells, and scented lair,This winter’s vagrant heart stares. Written for Ink in Thirds “morning” – 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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11 January: A White Wolf for dVerse
White Wolf This wolf, white as light,single-minded, truth and insight,sees through my human stories. The ones I believe of myself.The ones I ask others to believe.The ones I trim for appearance sake. And those storieshave substance,and my substance casts dark shadows. Stories are shadows, and reflections,so if the wolf is light,I am the one casting…
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