Category: AI Art
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13 October: The Muse
AI Midjourney artwork: The Muse Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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Friday 13th: The Siege
Drift Every day.It’s a wilderness of dust,debris blowing in like snowwhere the door used to be. I remember the flavour of food,sweet and sharp, I rememberfeeding blackbirds at the window, I’m too tired to open it now. I remember pine, and green leavesand raspberries, sunbeamson a sleeping dog. I wrapped myselfin someone’s wallpaper last night,just…
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13 The Found Poetry Project
An Unknown Secret fragrance flooded over me,simple and matter-of-factin its crystal purity voice. I was happy to be silent,its unknown secret. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 25-27) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St…
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12 October: The Siege
Vermillion There are jackals in the sky.Burned laws. Flames dance rings,it’s a vermillion dawn.The blood is quick tonight. We carry question marks for every lifethat snaps like a wishbone.Same punctuationas eyes burn and weep. There’s a man begging at the corner.I give him a fiver.He says he doesn’t have change.These low expectations, not like the…
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12 The Found Poetry Project
Stained I was a fanatic patched and mended into my original skin, but stained with darkest ink. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 24) Wounded by Love, The Life…
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The Siege #2: The Glowering Man
The Glowering Man Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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11 October: The Goatherd #12
Defy the Sky Thunder shakes the starsas if running naked, and the man and his womansip thin soup, and listento thunder’s unspeakable wisdom. Their child, Binti Mbuzi,is a tall slim girl with a timeless heart,fresh as the sky shines blue. But this night is a blinding darkness,born to defy the sky, and the goats sleep,only…
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11 The Found Poetry Project
Gates from infancy,you longed to pitch yourself at gates,know the desert,eat herbs,imitate wilderness,and share a tiny hut with angels. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 20-24) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First…
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10 The Found Poetry Project
10 October: Inure I took wings over rough ground,perpetual motion a wild appearance of madness,of inure. I am a wild man-a goat on a mountainside.Blackbirds with a grape. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pgs 18-21) Wounded by…
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10 October: Seige
Seige The heat and white dust feels feudal.It’s like the last remnants of a fading man. A landscape of human affairs,persistently bleak. Scent of sulphur and burning horse shitblows through the shutters. We know the routine. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery…
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