Category: AI Art
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9 Oct: A Six – What the Blind See
What the Blind See She is swept by wind and blind as snow, and she sits on a bench that overlooks the sea on Beachy Head. Hers is a salt-soaked throne facing the horizon and its sun-prism sky, and she stares, steady as a pointing stick, looking beyond what I see and shall not see,…
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6 October: Five Minutes of Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness While (Listening to Radio 2 Segment: Hiking in Scotland) Butter’s singing and the frying pan is hot. (raised outside) Turn cubes of stale sourdough with a fork when golden, turn and turn again. Turn – (she’s in great shape) left and right, if left, I mean right, think … which hand do I…
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5 October: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. A whetstone and sharpening skills1.2. Butternut squash soup with coconut milk and Benedictine. 3. October and jumper2/sweater weather. 4 Cold wet sand underfoot at Birling Gap. 5. Camber Sands Beach and free public toilets3. 6. Sunflowers on a cloudy day. 7. A video chat with a precious friend. 8. Headaches…
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4 October: A Six – A Conversation with a Crow
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.2 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 2 July 1964: A Conversation with a Crow If I, having only seen your coal-black wings that scoop out great portions of sky (I say to the crow, Cerberus) who would guess you are…
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3 October: For Ink in Thirds
He mowed a path across the grass.Brown earth’s showing. She watches on,Her arms crossed, silently judgemental. Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday), the word is “fold” although it’s not to be included in the poem – only it’s insinuation. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT…
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2 October: A Six – Part: 32.1, The Nature of Things
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.1 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 1 Cerberus There’s a crow in the oak – it’s watching the line where the battle broke. “I don’t know, Grandmother,” I’m in tears; the silent sort that claws, and she turns her back…
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27 Sept: A Six – A Trifecta: Pierre’s Chair
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 31 Pierre’s Chair Almost midnight: We walked to the Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro, rain bristling and wind hurting my ears – it rains at an angle, heedless of Pierre’s complaints, “… why did I bother to style my hair or…
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26 Sept: A Six – Three Months After That Day
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 30 August 1975: Three Months After that Day Down at the sand, where the tide throws itself forward like a wreck in cold unconquered lines, foaming against all hope, my father stands next to me and says, “Brigid, find the quiet…
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26 Sept: A Six – Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 29 Last week: An Equal Division of Light and Dark Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed Pierre stands at an easel and paints; he creates his world; depth and distance washed with purples; water colour blotches that run, and clouds thieving white from…
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24 Sept: Ten Things of Thankful
Ten Things of Thankful 15-24 September (in no particular order) 1. An ancient woodland within walking distance.2. The worst of the potholes were filled while I was in France.3. Like-minded friends.4. Begonias and dahlias still blooming.5. Tomatoes in the greenhouse are perfectly ripe.6. Tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches on homemade sourdough.7. That I don’t have to…
