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  • 0409: Stick of Butter

    Stick of Butter when I was ten, maybe nine, but certainly no younger because we were living in the house where we lived the longest, and my bedroom window emptied its view straight into the yew tree and the park beyond, so I must’ve been ten … or nine … anyway, I spent the night…

    Misky

    Sep 4, 2026
    AI Art, music, Poetry, prose
    a.i.Art, Poetry
  • 0309: A Thursday Door

    For more info on this church, please refer to St Nicholas Church. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the way to share my love of doors — of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) also shares photos of doors from his his journeys. ©Misky 2022-2026 Shared on X #amwriting…

    Misky

    Sep 3, 2026
    photography, Thursday Doors
    Thursday Doors
  • 0309: dVerse Veils

    This is a haibun poem for dVerse Poets. We were asked to recall a wedding, but that’s a personal memory I shall keep for myself. So here’s something that deviates a bit from the prompt. Veils Dust swirled behind the car and I remember thinking, I want a long white lace veil when I get…

    Misky

    Sep 3, 2026
    AI Art, Poetry
    a.i.Art, dVerse, Haibun, Poetry
  • Ten Things of Thankful

    A slightly different sort of Ten Things of Thankful this week. Lots of nearly lost memories. I. Years ago, I stopped cycling after swerving to avoid a shoulder-to-shoulder line of schoolgirls taking up the pavement. My forced trajectory ended at a fence. Holding a fractured rib, I remember thinking, ‘What god of ridiculousness thought a…

    Misky

    Sep 3, 2026
    #TToT, AI Art, Ten Things of Thankful,
  • 0209: Journal of Thoughts

    If There Were No Love if there were no loveI would still let summer’s last secretfind my face. just for the love of it to watch the lift and fallof leaves giving themselvesto the breeze, and if I believethey are hope,then they are. I once knew a manwho said, “I will die in a countrywhere…

    Misky

    Sep 2, 2026
    AI Art, Journal, music, Poetry
  • August: Last Photo on the Card

    This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 16Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet

    Misky

    Sep 1, 2026
    Last Photo on the Card, photography
    #LastOnTheCard, LastPhoto, photography, the last photo
  • 0109: Dead Men Don’t Drown

    Dead Men Don’t Drown: Episode #4 (catch-up with all episodes here) No. 4, Dead Men Don’t Drown: The Antique Shop on Rope Walk I walk into town for bread, milk and a box of wooden matches for the coal fire; inheriting a cottage means inheriting an endless list of small errands. Halfway home, a fleck…

    Misky

    Sep 1, 2026
    AI Art, Dead Men Don’t Drown, Flash Fiction, music, prose, Six Sentence Story, SSS
    AI Digital Art, Flash Fiction
  • 3108: The Liturgy Episode 4

    Episode 4: Dead Men Don’t Drown — Liturgy for the Antique Shop(where the dead linger in the objects they once loved) I. The Shop That Holds the PastThe antique shop breathes softly,beeswax and dust holding the warmth of roomswhose fires went out years ago. Objects wait for hands that will not be theirs. Silver has…

    Misky

    Aug 31, 2026
    AI Art, Dead Men Don’t Drown, Liturgy, Poetry, Six Sentence Story, SSS
    a.i.Art, Liturgy, Poetry
  • 3008: cí pái Lyric Poetry

    The Sunflower The Old Woman’s patient hands,tie sunflowers weakened by wind.Crow perched on the fence,greedy for seeds soon his, while Cat, superior in disdain,‘Such fuss for fading gold’,he thinks, ‘this laboured strainfor what autumn can’t hold.’ Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is my own work.©Misky 2006-2026.

    Misky

    Aug 30, 2026
    AI Art, music, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    a.i.Art, cí pái poetry, Poetry
  • The Old Woman With No Cat

    The Cat and the Man in the Moon(Or: A Feline Lunar Audit) The cat sits on the windowsill,nose pressed to the glass,tail curled around its paws,gazing up at the pale, glowing coinof the full moon. “Old Woman,” he says,without turning,“I don’t see a man’s face.I’ve been studying.Intently.For minutes now.And there is no man.There is a…

    Misky

    Aug 30, 2026
    AI Art, Old Woman With No Cat, Poetry, The Old Woman with No Cat
    a.i.Art, Poetry, surreal poetry
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