Category: AI Art
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11 August: Aftershock
AFTERSHOCK (168 words) Two, I tell him. He’s asked how many pillows I sleep on. Is that good or bad, I ask, but he’s too busy writing notes in my file to answer, and I’m wondering if I’ll be pounding my fist on the inside of a coffin soon. He says we should do, as…
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10 August: Still Waiting for White Sails
Still Waiting for White Sails Widowed by dark water,she stands, listensto the full tide standing high,waves thrashing, round-backed,and she feels all but the earthhas abandoned her. 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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9 August: An AI Ekphrastic Poem
An Ekphrastic Poem That Wants to be Eden the scene was set with veiled scent of orangeand soul of roses bird song pricked primal sharp trees draped by Midas-touch broody birds, some egg-sat some wishing to be sky-flung like angels in the air and they sing and stutter talk to wind, to leaves by chance…
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8 August: dVerse Quadrille “Pop”
The Snap and Pop Like a shapeyou don’t wantcrossing your path at night, real as an ancient tree,a face like a chiseled wall.He’s shadowland. I move to make empty space between us,but I can still hear him, snapping andpopping his chewing gum. A quadrille written for dVerse Poets, the word this week is “Pop”. Quadrille: 44…
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7 August: At the Wolf’s Throat
At the Wolf’s Throat The air is drenched by twilight, its last reachfinding forest, finding bush and grass,and its migrating light’s growing shadows.Wind purrs with midges, the full-faced moonmines at silence, while far away, men are at the wolf’s throat, at war’s gateway where death’s remit migrates, broken and browned. 9 words from The Oracle. Some…
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5 August: #SOCS Pick a Number
05.07.23 Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Pick a Number Does anyone remember Bo Derek? She was a 10. I’m not; I am a 9. That’s my number. It’s a numerology thing, nothing to do with hokus pokus, numbers I mean, actually numbers are my potrzebie. Do you know that word “potrzebie”? My best and truest friend,…
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4 August: A Quinzaine Poem
A Quinzaine Poem: 04.07.23 Squirrel sitting on the lawnAre you watching meWatching you Bumblebees at the thistlesAre you still thirstingFor nectar Robin in the tree singingMay I sing with youA duet The garden is marking timeDoes it see its endLike I do Written for Lisa’s Quinzaine: 7.5.3 (1st line statement, 2-3rd question the 1st line) and Ragtag…
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4 August: Summer Sand and Sea (rewritten)
I think I’ll put this through the “refinery” and trim it down. The “refinery” is Joseph Harker’s method of stripping fluff out a piece of writing, and restructuring its symmetry. Summer Sand and Sea I.The suna solitary child shiningon the sea II.Its waves of tousled curls pourout little shells III.A breezeof liquid wind to breatheupon…
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3 August: The July Journal 19.7.23
Wednesday, 19 July: Tiled Rooftops Arrivederci Italia.This is Bourgogne,and it’s about wine today. Vineyards, and wooden presses.Dust-flaked villages,and yellow stone houseswith shutters closed on white heat. But I want to see Beaune.Next time, he says.Which meansI’m not going to see Beaune. Arrived.Dijon.The city.Not the mustard. Nevertheless,I plan to buy mustard.Lots of it.For not seeing Beaune.…
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