Category: AI Art
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1 December: Found Poetry
The Heart of It The paper thin feelof solitudein simplicity’s heart,where money had no voice here. 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…
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30 November: Found Poetry
The Turn She turned away from himin a natural way, calm, and realising the pricksto her conscience. 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.…
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29 November: Found Poetry
Shine Now and forever,this age on age, we foundthe simplicity of a heart. Mindful that shining was never a duty. 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…
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28 November: Found Poetry
Switch He’s silence,and inclination. Light in floods – like a switchthat cannot be spoken to. He’s that split secondthat moves a mind. 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…
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28 November: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
Mum’s decided it’s time to take me to the doctor because my 1st grade teacher, whose name is Mrs DePugh, which I think is the funniest thing ever, told Mum that I don’t seem to be listening to anything being taught. Mum’s already looked inside my head with her flashlight and magnifying glass that she…
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27 November: Journal
27 November:It’s still morning. Time slows when there’s no external noise. No radio. No telly. No talking. No music … except for the shallow sound of his breathing as he reads the Sunday’s paper. Sunday always becomes Monday, if you judge the date by a newspaper. Saturday is thicker than weekdays. Sundays less so than…
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27 November: Found Poetry
To Come You stand highest,open arms, a most perfect targetfor a dart attaining its mark. I don’t think about death, he said,for all this is to come. 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…
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26 November: Journal
25 November:I’m sitting in my chair. Reclined. Fingers locked across my lap. Eyes closed, and headphones isolating me from vague noise. I’m listening to I Walk With Ghosts by Scott Buckley. Violins in deep centred waves. Spiral rebirth – I fall into a shallow sleep. A shallow breath. Strings drawing out my every thought into…
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26 November: Found Poetry
Joy Find a cave ina hidden dell Live in an utterance of its living thingsand festal joy. 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.…
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25 November: When You Listen to Music
When You Listen to Music While You Sleep When you listen to musicwhile you sleep, you’ll hear Hammering on ironAnd a scent familiarAs a husband’s smile. Weather’s calmed.Air’s greyed.The ground remains softAnd wet clinging to clay. She follows the sound.Brings him a wedge of dark bread,And an apple. He nods.Their words are few and far…
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