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  • 20 May: And the Wind Said …

    And After the Flail Mower, the Wind Said … the earth knows grief—how it pools in your palms like rainwater,heavy with the weight of severed rootsand the stunned silence of neststorn open too soon. You are allowed this sorrow.It means you rememberwhat the world tries to numb:that every blade of grass has a voice,that even…

    Misky

    May 20, 2025
    AI Art, Poetry, prose
    a.i.Art, Poetry
  • 19.05.25 dVerse Quadrille

    Between Pendulum Swings The house settles into its bones.Floorboards whisper hushto rusted nails that remember.Even the clock’s heartbeatdims to a moth’s last flutter. You, love, are the quietbetween pendulum swings—a pause so deep it forgetshow to return.How to wake. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #244 including the word “quiet“. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and…

    Misky

    May 19, 2025
    AI Art, dVerse, Poetry, quadrille
    a.i.Art, Poetry
  • 19 May: A Six – The Book of 27

    6 of 27: Solacewrought – a Colour of Kindness That Asks for Nothing 6 of 27: Solacewrought – Kindness That Asks for Nothing She stirs the lemonade with her straw like it might unlock something, and when she’s asked how she is—not her husband, not his cancer, but her—she stares at the glass like it…

    Misky

    May 19, 2025
    AI Art, Flash Fiction, Girlie On The Edge, Six Sentence Story, SSS, The Book of 27
    AI Digital Art, Flash Fiction
  • 19 May: Solacewrought – a Liturgy

    6 of 27: Solacewrought’s Liturgy Poem – a Colour of kindness that asks for nothing 6 of 27: Solacewrought – Kindness That Asks for Nothing(for her, for the ice cube, for the unasked question) I. The UnseenSolacewrought arrives not with fanfare, but with a poke—the ice cube bobbing in lemonade like a buoy in a…

    Misky

    May 19, 2025
    AI Art, Flash Fiction, Girlie On The Edge, Six Sentence Story, SSS, The Book of 27
    AI Digital Art, Flash Fiction
  • 18.05: The Old Woman With No Cat

    The Old Woman Considers the Weight of Absence the old woman with no cathas no cat to call her own,but her neighbour’s cathas claimed her as its own. she watches the cat and feelsthe weight of absence,and how it settles quietin the hollow of a room. the old woman remembersthe heft of a living thing,…

    Misky

    May 18, 2025
    AI Art, Old Woman With No Cat, Poetry, The Old Woman with No Cat
    a.i.Art, Poetry, surreal poetry
  • 17 May: Ten Things of Thankful

    In no particular order: 1. Thankful for the Waze app, so we knew we weren’t exceeding the speed limit (because the instrument cluster went black, along with no satnav, and no tik.tik.tik sound from the turn indicator) on my husband’s car. 2. That the mechanics could plug (his) car into a computer, and a simple…

    Misky

    May 17, 2025
    #TToT, AI Art, Ten Things of Thankful,
  • 17.05 The Old Woman With No Cat

    The Old Woman & the Cat Apply for the Code-Breaker Job the interview:the co-op manager scans the old woman’s résumé:“deciphered the neighbour’s wifi password?”“cracked the meaning of the crow’s suspicious silences?”she shrugs.“semiotics is practically cryptography.”the cat, meanwhile, presents a grease-stained napkin.“this is a one-time pad.”(the napkin reads: buy tuna or else.) the test:the manager slides…

    Misky

    May 17, 2025
    AI Art, Old Woman With No Cat, Poetry, The Old Woman with No Cat
    a.i.Art, Poetry, surreal poetry
  • 16.05 RDP’s Dilatory

    Korean Gogyohka Poems for a Lazy Spring Afternoon Seven Small Gods of Laggardy For those who linger. For those who hesitate with purpose. For those who have made an altar of the undone. (A Nap’s Prelude) Sunlight pools like spilled honey—eyelashes catching the light,delicate as dandelion seedsbargainingwith the dilatory breeze. (The Shedding) You shrug off…

    Misky

    May 16, 2025
    #RDP, AI Art, Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
    a.i.Art, Korean Gogyohka Poems, Poetry
  • The Old Woman With No Cat

    The Old Woman Arrives Fashionably Late to Her Exorcism the ghost taps its foot.“you were supposed to be here at midnight.” the old woman checks her watch—a thrift-store relic,its hands permanently stuck at almost. “traffic,” she lies. the neighbour’s cat (her ride-or-die)hisses at the holy water font,then knocks it over. for fun. the priest sighs.…

    Misky

    May 16, 2025
    AI Art, Old Woman With No Cat, Poetry, The Old Woman with No Cat
    a.i.Art, Poetry, surreal poetry
  • 15.05: Journal of Thoughts

    A Journal of Thoughts from This Week 13 May – walking on Lower Lodge Gill, West Sussex The flail mower growls through the lane—it’s a starved thing,metal teeth gnashing cow parsley and nettles into pulp,spitting out splinters, limbs, stalks and petals—confetti—a wedding and war all at once. Casualties counted in flashes of sight—a shrew’s twitching…

    Misky

    May 15, 2025
    Journal
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