Category: AI Art
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6 October: Old Wool and Bumblebees
Old Wool and Bumblebees There’s smoke in the air,or maybe it’s my old Fair Isletweedy wool sweater. Every odour and insect descendson old wool. It always smells of something. But this is smoke. Just heard on the radio —the last storm carried a veil of smokefrom North America’s wildfires, hitched itself on a wave of…
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05.1 The Found Poetry Project
5 October: The Lamps I am leftto the beauty of night.Skin, lamps, bright and shining.Earth no longergrips meto its pale. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. (found on pg 10) Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious,…
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05 The Found Poetry Project
5 October: The Monk I stayed the night,outsideon a wooden bench, dreaming such long stories, … that I met a tall monkwith a long beard, and when I woke, … I met a tall monk with a long beard,who said words would loosen my tongue. An explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read…
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4 October: The Goatherd #11
Bounce And there’s a girlwho laughs at crows,the ones that bounce acrossthe grassy dry, and shebounces against her mother’s hip,this girl, Binti Mbuzi, is inked by soil’s spit and mud,steeped in its quietude.Hers is a childhood of perfect hours, and today, she feels its flaming morning, fit toflit from flower to flower,like the sun winging…
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03 The Found Poetry Project
4 October: A Song for My Father I snarled myselfinto a thousand caresand troubles, and as I saw no way back, I sat on a benchand sang to my father,his ashes sleptat the bottom of the sea. An explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Wikipedia explains Found Poetry AI artwork: Images are copyright…
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3 October: Saints Not Saints
SAINTS NOT SAINTS (Flash Fiction: words: 531, reading time 3-minutes) INKED I.He’s one of those –a saint who’s not a saint.He stands on the top stepof a long flight of stairs,and watches people … some in haste,suits and ties, mothers with their harsh wordsfor children dragged along on short legs, homeless men insulatedin newspaper for…
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3 October: Hunters in the Snow
Hunters in the Snow: The Trees The gales stripped the treesof every autumn-ambered leaf.Oh, how they howledin that biting steel cold. Such were those long winter months.Our spring brought not green,nor blue to sky, and fish frozein streams as they swam. Spiders died in their webs,caught in rims and spines of ice.And the sun, glassy-eyed,…
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02 The Found Poetry Project
3 October: To Be a Hermit The floors, Angelos!that was the name he called me. I soon wishedI was a hermit who stammered throughevery syllable with zeal. An explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Wikipedia explains Found Poetry Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked.…
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01 The Found Poetry Project
A concise explanation of Found Poetry and Dadaism can be read at Wikipedia Explains Found Poetry Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked. (found on pgs preface -1) 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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2 October: Tattoo
Tattoo It’s a long lingering bruisefor a woman he once loved, a red inked heartwith a twisting rose vine,thorny,prickly. Bloody woman’s still under his skin. He’s thankful for small mercies,it’s on his boney shoulder bladeand he can’t see itwithout mirrors and contortions. And he cushions his beer buzzagainst the snooker table,draws back the cue stick,…
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