Category: AI Art
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3 September: Ragtag Daily Prompt – Skull
for Ragtag Daily Prompt: Skull image created using AI Midjourney. ©Misky 2023.
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3 September: for RDP and SOCS (trigger warning)
Choices I.A man walks into a forest. Climbs an oak tree, ties a rope around a branch, then around his neck. And jumps. He chooses not to think about who finds him. II.A vicar lights a candle. Chooses a prayer for a boy he once gave first communion. He tells a mother her son cannot…
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3 September: For Tom’s Pioneer Poem Form
Reading Stars she is reading starswee pin quick wishes,or song birds singingfor sun and shadow.each star of night willreach the moon and seawee pin quick wishesshe is reading stars Tom’s Pioneer poem form axxxx, axxxx, bxxxx, bxxxx, cxxxx, cxxxx, axxxx, axxxx and max 5 syllables per line. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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2 September: A Haibun for Unicorn Challenge
And Here’s the Rub … Somewhere between the bridge over Rudder Creek, which Dad pronounced as crick, and the freshly pressed apple juice stand with that hard-to-miss red plastic apple on the roof, Mum starts telling Dad about the carny man who came visiting yesterday – he wanted to sharpen her knives, Mum said, and…
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1 September: A Return to Where
A Return To Where I’ve seen the mystery of lifeleave me in drips and drabs. I’ve seen ancient redwoods dropits needles like komorebi light. I’ve shed my body heat for cirrusclouds. I’ve wished on stars, and watched a harvest moonbleed its way across the sky. I am innumerable atoms,I am decomposing chemistry, and it doesn’t…
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31 August: A dVerse Ought Not Haibun
Ought Not I’m not sure about the year, but it was the summer that Mum painted the porch stairs emerald green. Greener than jade. And shiny enamel. I thought it looked like Amazon tree frog green. And she hung eight baskets of trailing fuchsias and forget-me-nots from the eaves off the back porch, as if,…
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30 August: dVerse Blue Moon
It’s Pulling On You A cold ember moon in my hand on this lyrical night, waxing and waning, worn, torn, and heavy twice in August. It lingers and hangs in its moonlight benediction. Only once in a blue moon, they say, and should I forget, that moon’s a kind of grief from the genius of…
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29 August: Published by Visual Verse
Much To My Unsuppressed Delight Sunday was with Granny. Grandpa lived there too,but he was as dependable as weather, a shiftless man, claimed Granny, but I liked him,and I adored the white rabbits that lived in old apple crates with chickenwire doors.I fed them carrots straight from the garden while Granny had one stewing with…
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28 August: The Goatherd #6
And After A Time She settlesin a small thatched hutwith a platformto sleep … no need for more.Her days are an evened echo of walking. Goats. To water.To food. Some days come disguised,as a volcano, or a caged hawk,or a jungle,or purified water … or freedom. One day she’ll…
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27 August: Harps of Glitter
Harps of Glitter And they poured into the church,the fair,the rich and young,the faultless and proud. And the preacher stood and said,Let us now sing from page 254. And for all their language, quipsand babble, and harps of glitter,all they could managewas to hum. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Hum”, some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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