Tag: a.i.Art
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23 May: 101 Word Palindrome
A Poet’s Mythology in 101 Words a crowkicks asidesummer clouds and divesinto the sky. wingshung by wind,touched by landscape. I am twelve, drawing crow sigilson my arm, my ink-black wing,a piercingfor the dark branchof my heart, conqueredby a crowthat desires speech. that was my childhood: my handsinside black nestsfull of pointed beaks, liftinga featherless nestlingback…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and the Sardine Campaign(Or: This is How a Cat Conquers a Tin of Sardines, Miss Violet đ) The cat sits in the middle of the kitchen floor,a tin of French sardines clutched between his paws. The good kind.The lemony kind. The kind the Old Woman hides on the top shelfbehind the oatmeal. He…
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20 May: Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness on a Tuesday Afternoon Rain arrived exactly on cue today,like a polite actor entering stage left at the BBCâs command âthree oâclock,said the weatherman,and at three oâclock the sky obliged for precisely five minutes,just enough to silver the windows,just enough to make the world smell briefly of wet pavement and leaves,just…
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19 May: dVerse Ekphrastics
Bride with a Fan She is made of hush âblue air, white petals,a face turned inwardas though listeningfor the vow before it is spoken. The veil does not hide her;it teaches light to soften.Even her silence seems paintedwith a tremor of winter sky. In her hand, the fan openslike a small, private weather,something between a…
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19 May: dVerse Dogs
Her Heart She will alwaysbe my lastâ last dog,last thought. Blind and deaf,I held herwhen the stroke came, felt her heartagainst the pulseinside my arms. She lefther shadowin my heart. Her namewas Molly. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille of 44-words about a dog. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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18 May: The Liturgy
Liturgy for the Burning of Iron(Sussex, 1838âwhere the poor refused to starve in silence) I. The Ledger of HungerEngland asked for more.Not more work âthe labourers gave that already,their backs bent to the sickle,their hands calloused by the scythe,their winters surrenderedto a season that never paid its debts. England called for silence.For gratitude.For wages that…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat’s Vertical Oppression(Or: Why the Good Stuff Is Always on the Top Shelf) The cat stands before the pantry,face like grievance,gazing up at the top shelfwhere the good sardinesgleam like a golden fleece. âExplain,â he says,âwhy the best fishare alwaysout of reach. Not impossible.Not mythical.SimplyâŠup there. This is not accident.This is architecture.Oppression.â The Old…
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1105: The Liturgy
Episode 10: Liturgy for the Saturday Market Valence, 1836: Where hunger measures every stranger I. The Root The people of Valenceare rooted in hunger â missed meals,children whose ribslearn to count themselvesbefore they learn their letters. This hunger speaks.And calculates. Every loafa fraction.Every coina remainder.Every strangera divisor in an equationalready too tight. Hunger empties the…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The St Malo Sardine Incident(Or: A Feline Foreign Policy) The Old Woman stands at the counter in St. Malo,a case of sardines in lemony oiltucked under her arm,her wallet slightly lighter,her heart slightly french. The shopkeeper smiles.âA good choice, madame. For a special occasion?â She thinks of the cat,not hers, never hers,waiting on the windowsill,tail…
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6 May: dVerse Quadrille
Forty-Four Blooming Words a populationof self-seeded daisieson French verges. common,persistent,blooming anyway. no gardener names them,no border holds them;they take what is given. small faces turnto passing cars,white as breath,bright as forgetting, rooted where chancedecidedbeauty isenough. Written for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille: bloom ©Misky 2006-2026.
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