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26 October: dVerse Haibun
A son writes in his journal: My mother has died. I’m in the elderly smallness of her house, its walls are scented with a lifetime of steaming soup, and stews, and rye bread, and I’m filling boxes with her life’s trinkets. Limoges lidded boxes, and the little brass bird shaped opium weights that are instantly…
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25 Oct Found Poetry: She’s Gripped
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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26.10: Where Old Fire Comes From
The Time is One Minute after Two in the Afternoon, and I am in the midst of a deadcalm. Not quite dead, yetwild. Aliveas fire. I wonder where old fire comes from.That pluck and warmth.And these tall green grassy patches, here, and there, and dashes of red-tileddays, and this sky –it dares blue eyesand broad…
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24 Oct Found Poetry: A Thousand Pieces
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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24 October: Wordle #252 (Revised)
In the Skin of Ancestors When he died, she wasa field of grief.It ploughed at her edgesand into her crevices.Fit purpose for pouring saltinto the depths of murmurs, just so she’d feel alive. How could one passing moment leave a person so eternally bruised. Image AI Midjourney ©Misky 2022. Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. This…
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23 Oct Found Poetry: A Dove Asked
Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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23 October: AI New Forest
AI Midjourney’s interpretation of autumn in The New Forest near Southampton. Image ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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23 October: Eggs and Pepper
Eggs and Pepper Two jars of peppercorns in the pantry.I take peppercorns off the shopping list, and he says we haven’t enough milk for breakfast,says he’s not going to the shops – it’s too late. No problem, I say. We’ll have eggs.And pepper. AI digital art (Midjourney) Quadrille 44 Words (sans title) ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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22 October: Walk
Walk I suppose if I went outsideand walked around, somewhere in town like on that street whereall the shops are closed down,where men with heavy stubbleand droopy lazy eyes sleep in doorways, and the women claim the opposite side of the street, two of them sharing a sleeping bag because everyone who’s been a Scout…
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