Category: AI Art
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15 October: Seige
A Black Coat tonight’s deep dark is shining tonight is a seeping melancholy it’s pure as the moon is clean bodies fragrant as the garden of edendreams emptied of sleep and death washed she’s at his grave – neither dead nor gone the ripe smell of paradisethe rise and fall of demonswar’s antiquity is overflowing…
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14 October: A Bubble for Tom
This is a bubble for Tom. His post tells all. 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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14 The Found Poetry Project
Mystery Singing did not stop that evening. I lived amongst stars by heart,eyes open beyond far away. No longerto this earth orthese fragrant flowers. I fell in love with mysteryand its thousands ofsongs beyond number. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial…
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13 October: Flash Fiction
Camping The tent smells like vindaloo, Mum says. Dad’s rented a tent. We’re trying camping before he buys one. In case we hate it. He’s picked a spot located in nowhere, and my little sister is already whining that something’s bit her arm. And her chin. She only stepped out of the car 2-minutes ago.…
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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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