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  • 19 October: Bits and Pieces

    Bits and Pieces (a poem for my grandson, Ethan) In his wisdom, he keeps the headsin a separate box. Marked: Lego heads. Feet in another box. Hands in another. The boxes must be plastic. Plastic for plastic. Not metal. If plastic is in metal, it’ll think it’s metal, and Legos are plastic. Eyebrows and mouths…

    Misky

    Oct 19, 2022
    AI Art, Poetry
  • 18 Oct Found Poetry: Shadows

    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

    Misky

    Oct 18, 2022
    AI Art, art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • Halloween Wallpaper

    I created these images using Artificial Intelligence Midjourney. If you’d like free Halloween wallpaper for your personal use, feel free to save the images to your computer (right-click on an image –> Save Image As, or Save to Photos). The files are in PNG format. This post will be deleted at the end of the…

    Misky

    Oct 18, 2022
    AI Art, art, wallpaper
    wallpaper
  • 18 October: Quadrille 162

    Alarm Bells Are Ringing … … and Chef is last out the door. She’s blushing pink as a boudoir,her eyes are flashing sky,and tufts of powder puff hairescape the sidesof her starched white hat. This is the Coaching Inn, andthe kitchen is a spreading flame. written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 162 “Bell”.  ©Misky 2022 Shared with…

    Misky

    Oct 18, 2022
    Poetry
  • 18 October: Damnable Legos

    Those Damnable Legos it’s the sounds of them,spilled from boxes,clattering across the floor, toes on alert for a snaggletooth underfoot, those brick-blocks inshades of aurora borealis,they snap together sideby side like long city blocks, fashion themselves as hard-hitting journalists. they get knocked aside,they migrate under sofas,in hedges, behind bookshelves,under the cooker and fridge, just step…

    Misky

    Oct 18, 2022
    AI Art, art, Poetry
  • 17 October: Autumn’s Garden

    Summer’s drought yielded to regular rain, nearly always overnight, August saw most of the garden straw dry and twiggy dry. Mid-September saw a bit of rain, and by mid-October everything’s come alive again. Even the salad leaves are alive again and thriving again. Each image is clickable for a larger version. ©Misky 2022 Shared with…

    Misky

    Oct 17, 2022
    photography
  • 17 Oct Found Poetry: Wonder Why

    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

    Misky

    Oct 17, 2022
    AI Art, art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • 17 October: Thirteen Couplets

    Thirteen Couplets I’m not sure how many layersare required to feel warm. Four maybe. At leastI’m not shivering any longer. There’s warmth from friction,a good shiver is as good as wool. The price of electricity, shocking,food and fuel shortages. Strikes. No mail. Strike. No trains. Strike. One more strike, and I’m out. I dry clothes…

    Misky

    Oct 17, 2022
    AI Art, Poetic Forms, Poetry
  • 16 Oct Found Poetry: A Word

    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. AI Digital Art created with MidJourney ©Misky 2022. Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

    Misky

    Oct 16, 2022
    AI Art, art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • 16 October: On The Hill

    On The Hill There’s a large white crossat the top of the hill,and if it spoke, I’d ask ittoo many questions, butI understand its silence. It stands there, not insolitude, but in solidarity.Not in loneliness, as it’simpossible to ignore.It is not mystic or cryptic. It is what it is, andI, too, am nothing more. Image:…

    Misky

    Oct 16, 2022
    AI Art, Poetry
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