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11 October: Singing
watchingfrom greenlacquer leaves oflaurel in air lightas dainty silver, a sparrowsings. Image: AI Digital Art ©Misky 2022, Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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10 Oct Found Poetry: Her Two Cats
HER TWO CATS I heard laughter. I heard glee. And then two large gray cats stared at us. They tilted their heads as if to grin and to do illegal things. Again. Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July…
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9 Oct Found Poetry: Her Light
Her Light The worldbelongs to a poet. A poetbrighter than daylight. Silent as a window. 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 with AI (artificial intelligence) using MidJourney. ©Misky 2022…
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7 Oct: Personification of Autumn
She Is Autumn What’s with her darknessthat comes so quickly as autumn,the way she dresses in mistand carries storms in her head. What’s with the way sheremoves blossoms like stockings,tossing them asidein a dying landscape. And what’s with this silenceas she discards her halo and wings,and dries blood redon every wrinkle of leaves. Digital Art…
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6 Oct: Steampunk Gardens
Thisgarden withscarlet parted lips,blue eyes, and crispgolden heads might speak, ifallowed. Image: AI digital art. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 Oct: Found Poetry Month
Day 2: It’s October, and that means it’s Found Poetry Month with a group from The Poeming on Facebook. This month we’re using books written by R.L. Stine. I’ve been assigned Night Games from the Fear Street series, and I’m using digital art that I’ve created with Midjourney’s bots as the image layer. These are…
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5 Oct: Haworth, Brontë Country
19 Sept: It’s the day of The Queen’s funeral. Every town and village we drove through is silent, closed, and empty of traffic and people. We did encounter a police car with two policemen in the public carpark. They were eating their lunch. They nodded, said hello, and warned us that everything in Haworth was…
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4 Oct: Tracking dVerse Quadrille
On the Beach On that bright August day I stood before the Atlantic with its slow sloping depths and cliffs and plateaus, where deepest blues are as black as a Merlin’s trick, and as the sea delighted my toes, I watched each wave track along the sand. Artwork is mine, Midjourney rendering. ©Misky 2022 Written…
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