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12 August: AI Dog Days
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. (ALT) This AI prompt includes: man/woman with their dogs in the rain, in the style of sam toft, fanciful elements, dotted, debbie criswell, weathercore, playful expressions, quadratura Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text…
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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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10 August: Announcement
I am delighted to announce the publication of one of my poems by Visual Verse Anthology. For many years, they have supported my work, and I’m very appreciative. The poem is available to read at their website: To My Utter Unsuppressed Delight I’ll post the poem here later in the month. Some artwork is created…
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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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5 Aug: A Thursday Door
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 Twitter #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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