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  • 18 January: dVerse Winter

    A Black Bare Twig I am whiteness and droning drear,woolly and wet,a slipped cold mask,a drumming ear. Huddle ’round your woodburners,seek that whirring fanof warmth against your skin. Garb your hat and scarf and socks.I am the ice underfoot,your skates cutand track my spine, your children embed me with laughter.I am a dark galaxy,winter’s chariot.Gather […]

    Misky

    Jan 18, 2023
    AI Art, dVerse, Poetry
    a.i.Art, jusjojan
  • 17 January: Returned Home

    Winter’s Iron Maiden A return home to ice, sleet, and snow. Shoes squeak, breath folds and gasps. How still the air. The winter sky presses us under its iron maiden. Written for Twiglets “Returned Home”.

    Misky

    Jan 17, 2023
    AI Art, art, Poetry, Twiglets
    AI Art, midjourney
  • 17 January: dVerse Prosery (Flash Fiction)

    Stitched Up We measured moody clouds by hand widths, and when we bored ourselves of that, we played cops and robbers. We pointed fingers at each other, and then blew smoke off our fingertips. You made siren sounds. I was the bad guy. It was always me falling down dead. And Mum sat on the […]

    Misky

    Jan 17, 2023
    AI Art, dVerse, Flash Fiction, Prompts, prose
  • 17 January: for JusJoJan Day 16

    It’s Called Yididiilo, I Think Yididiilo.I think that’s Somalian for ‘optimistic’, and she certainly is, thinking thata bus will stop here. She has a time schedule, andshe wants to go places likeNutfield. And Redhill. And go to that farm shop across fromthe betting shop, next to whereBlockbusters used to be, although it’s a bingo hall […]

    Misky

    Jan 17, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry
    AI Digital Art, jusjojan, midjourney
  • 16 January: The Answer is Grey

    Grey Grey is the answer.The clouds chained to the sky.The wind heavy with rain.An icy road.The days. The days. EndlessWinter.Moonless Cold.Silence.Sleep.The space betweenA thought.A cashmere scarf.A stray hair.A cold stone.Your empty chair. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4, niji engine). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #poetry […]

    Misky

    Jan 16, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry
  • 15 January: Bloganuary and JusJoJan

    A Breath of Gratitude Through two long years,the lavender bloomed,the thyme grew largeand hard, the oak treespulsed spring green, and my face still behind a mask. And it was several monthsinto autumn when I walkedinto a supermarket, inhaledscents of fruit instead of myslumped breath, and gratitudefilled my lungs as if newborn. And then a woman […]

    Misky

    Jan 15, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry
    #JusJoJan, Bloganuary
  • 15 January: Once Upon a Time

    Once upon a time when the hordes began every hesitant sentence with Ah or Um or Well, they took comfort in knowing everyone started a thought with the same pause. To collect their thoughts, most like. Like pulling up their socks. Adjusting ones belt. Like before blowing their nose they’d say, Um, and then examine […]

    Misky

    Jan 15, 2023
    #SOCS, AI Art, Poetry
  • 14 January: A.I. Art Plays Games

    “Life is like a game of chess. To win you have to make a move.” ~ Allan Rufus AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney

    Misky

    Jan 14, 2023
    AI Art
  • 13 January: For Fireblossom

    13 January: For Fireblossom

    A Wounded Pilgrim The flame flickers, and goes out, the candle smokes with wisps like cottonwood. An angel’s wings, or was it a divine gust. A woman rushes her rosary, fingers the beads, movement like cogs in a gear, sounds, razor sharp fall from her lips. She buzzes like a bee. A pious woman, a […]

    Misky

    Jan 13, 2023
    AI Art, Fireblossom, Poetry
  • 13 January: dVerse Found Poetry

    13 January:  dVerse Found Poetry

    Her Cabbage Patch Windermere peaks  are a perfect place to cry, I tell her. And she is. We’re eating breakfast, and can I hear the clock tick as haired seeds of dandelions fly, curl on itself, soft as lip balm. We are not poor, but in these times, we live as though we are, so […]

    Misky

    Jan 12, 2023
    AI Art, dVerse, Poetry
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