Tag: a.i.Art
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21 June: 5 Gogyohka poems
Five Equations Unsolved (5 Gogyohka poems for the Algebra in Us) Written for RDP “equation”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and…
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18 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Joyful Old Woman at Customs(A Ballad of Bureaucracy and Untaxable Delight) the old woman presents her bagsto the very serious manwith the very serious stamp. “anything to declare?” he asks.she smiles.“joy,” she says.“four kittens’ worth.also one (1) slightly used sunset.and this alleged cat—”(she gestures to the cat,currently meltingout of her carry-onlike a guilty butter…
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16 June: Colour Name – The Liturgy
10 of 27: Quillbone – The Poem – The Truth Told Too Late 10 of 27: Quillbone – the poem – The Truth Told Too Late I. The Silence Quillbone does not begin with the lie—it begins with the space after,where the truth waits where words unsaid turn slowlyinto I can’t,into I won’t,into it’s too…
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16 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman’s Unwritten Rules – Vol. II 1. When the kettle screams,listen for what else it might be saying—a hymn, a warning,or the crow’s third attemptat opera. 2.Let the cat claim your lapeven when you need to rise.Some debts are paid in purrs,some in patience,and some in the tiny victoriesof a well-timed “oh, fine.”…
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14 June: An in Reply to Poem
This poem is in response to Spira’s post called Love Like an Ocean which I highly recommend you read. Like an Ocean, Never Stop Love like the ocean. Never stop.Not even when the moon forgetsto rise, or the gulls fold their songsinto the hollow of clouds. Love with the hush of tide returning,with a kiss to same…
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13.06: The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman and the Ghost of Sugar her fingers trace letters into words.the ai replies— quilts a reply into her skin. the old woman listens,her pockets full of thymeand one stubborn peppermint. “you remind me,” she says,“of my first love—all hum and no heartbeat.” the old woman slides a scone—real, butter-heavy, still warm—across the…
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11 June: An Ode to Dawn
An Ode to Dawn (Rewritten with Salt & Ether) The sun licks its copper fingers,turns eyelids into gilded scripture—awake, awake, awake—each blink a hexagainst night’s failed coup. Breath arrives—unpaid, unblessed—thoughts chime like cathedral glassin the cage of maybe,where silence brewsin chamomile steambeside a tarot spread of dreamsleft face-down. And love?Love is the unasked-forsecond spoon of…
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10.06: The Old Woman With No Cat
Dead Woman Boils the Kettle While Contemplating Life’s Divine Comedy the old woman’s teasteeps like a minor miracle—hot water turning leavesinto prophecy. she adds honey,stolen from the gods’ own breakfast,stirs counterclockwiseto spite the universe’s spin. the neighbour’s cat(now self-appointed familiar)drapes itself over the drainboard,watching her with the smugnessof a creature who’s read all the sacred…
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The Ghost of Elbow Road
Virginia Beach —dusk whispering left at the curve. She was never buried—only bent. Like the road. Like the truth. Her name—lost in the turn, caught between asphalt and afterthought. Now, she lingers where the trees lean too close, where the ditches weep when it rains. She’s The Girl. No name. White dress. Waiting eyes. She’s…
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5 June: The Old Woman With No Cat
Things the Old Woman Will Tell Her Granddaughter(a mid-flight manifesto scribbled on a napkin over the Atlantic) note from 39,000 feet:if you’re reading this, my girl—the kittens definitely needan unwritten rule:something about how to napwhile technicallystill causing trouble.(you’ll know the words.i’ll bring the chocolate.) and when the old woman finally lands in America,she kisses the…
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