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  • 25 August: The Goatherd 5

    5. When He Sees Her Her donkey shifts its weight, and stares.A man. Lean and tall. Long limbs. A facewith lines as deep as a flash flood’s gulley.The man studies the woman milking his goat. She’s lean and tall. Long limbs. A face thathe can’t read. She rises from her haunches,and licks the last trace…

    Misky

    Aug 25, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
    AI Digital Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
  • 24 August: A Thursday Door

    The “Walhalla” Inn in Osnabrück built in 1690. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on…

    Misky

    Aug 24, 2023
    photography, Thursday Doors
    Thursday Doors
  • 24 August: A Haibun

    To Feed A man and a woman sit in chairs that through the passing of time have become his chair and her chair. The room is a warm beige colour, the name of which neither of them can recall, but it was a popular colour a few years ago. They both have the same colour…

    Misky

    Aug 24, 2023
    #RDP, AI Art, dVerse, Poetic Forms, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
    AI Digital Art, Haibun, Poetry
  • 23 August: dVerse Quadrille Pines

    Rooted in Pines A friend once told me,visit a graveyardwhen you’re depressed. You will feel happier. There’s a twitch widthbetween thislife and death. But I’m happy to root myselfunder tall pines, and I’m not enticed by a ledge that inventsa leap. For De’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets – to include is any form of the word…

    Misky

    Aug 23, 2023
    AI Art, dVerse, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    AI Digital Art, Poetry
  • 22 August: The Goatherd 4

    4. When She Sees the Goats She sees the goatsbefore she sees the man. A white goat leaping about like a small moth. A black one studying branches of an Argan tree. She leans down and draws milkfrom its tit into her cupped hand. It trickles between her fingers,warm and rich,the colour of pale butter.…

    Misky

    Aug 22, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
    AI Digital Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
  • 22 August: For Ragtag Daily Prompt

    The Automatic Queueing System Busy. Their phone is always busy. I should’ve poured a coffee. I can almost count the leaves falling. Already, it’s the end… You are number five in the queue. …of August, and the nights are colder. I smell the scent of wood smoke passing through the neighbourhood … You are number…

    Misky

    Aug 22, 2023
    #RDP, AI Art, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
    #RDP, AI Digital Art, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
  • 21 August: The Art of Queueing

    The A.I. Midjourney art of queueing in the style of Edward Gorey. View each full size image by clicking on it. Created for Ragtag Daily Prompt “queue” – created using Midjourney. ©Misky 2023.

    Misky

    Aug 21, 2023
    #RDP, AI Art, Ragtag Daily Prompt
    AI Digital Art, Ragtag Daily Prompt, RDP
  • 21 August: Spontaneity

    The sun has found me, its warmth strikes my face. I half expect God to say, “Lift up your face,” but all I hear is bird song. And it’s enough. This is my daily walk. Footpaths. Encroaching brambles. Shoe laces that won’t stay tied; it’s a gradual undoing. I’m undone by a newfound appreciation for…

    Misky

    Aug 21, 2023
    AI Art, Journal, Poetry
    AI Digital Art, Journal, Poetry
  • 20 August: The Goatherd 3

    3. When He Was Just a Boy (Draft) He came hereto escapethe noise. The honking,the too many voices all togetherand all at once type noise. To escapethe streets, and the greasy dieselbrown of the rising sun. He came hereto survive,not knowing that the sun’s sharp hipscars the land, that it chafesand cracks the soil,leaves trees…

    Misky

    Aug 20, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
    AI Digital Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
  • 19 August: The Goatherd 2

    2. When She Was Just a Girl (Draft) School left her behind, silent and different,never feeling very dear around herself. She said she was like first people, simplein needs, and silent in her own thoughts, and she wanted someone real like her,someone who wouldn’t walk backwards. She tied a donkey to her wooden cart,and put…

    Misky

    Aug 19, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry, The Goatherd
    AI Digital Art, Poetry
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