Tag: AI Digital Art
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7 July: Journal of Thoughts From Last Week
Insight I’ll be okaylistening to strange dialects of birds, listening to rain’s descentbefore earth stops its fall, the sound of a hand pullinga bow across strings or the sound of soft finger padspressing ivory, or hearing wind shiver the trees and knowingclouds always race with the sky. Although I will miss seeinga la fée verte…
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5 July: Rain Shouting Down (revised)
Rain Shouting Down the sky is underwaywith its brass and spears. noises cracked and shivered cleared the streets of children. and the rain’s shouting downwith beating hoofs of a storm. 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…
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1 July: A Six – Part 16: Smoke in the Mirrors
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 16 Smoke in the Mirrors Last week ended with: But I know how we can get Pierre to cut the cord for us. “Let’s do dinner out, Pierre, at Six Sentence Café & Bistro, my treat,” I say, “I’m exhausted by…
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26 June: A Six – Part 15: To Bleed the Sky
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #15 To Bleed the Sky Last week ended with… AI asks Connor, “And who the hell are you?” To Bleed the Sky “I am of the dead, and beyond your reckoning, but still to be reckoned with,” says Connor, and I…
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25 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In ItDauntless Geometriesand what of brick that’s redder as brick than the soil it’s fromor winged seeds that take root and grow into ancient oak or bee-buzzing flowers of May that will become autumn’s fruit or a short word that will become a long enduring pain, and…
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21 June: For Ragtag Daily Prompt
Silent as a Relic mostly picture bookswhen I was young, photos of stars teeteringon the edge of space, or life below the sea,strangely benign, buoyant, silent as a relic that lostits voice and history, and I always thoughtit was a remarkable lie, the greatest error tobelieve we’re alone,or that it’s a god thing. Written for…
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19 June: A Six – Part 14: Behind the Eye of a Needle
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 14 Behind the Eye of a Needle Connor sits at my desk, bleak as a Puritan, staring at my open laptop … his eyes dim as altar lights, his face luminous from the cold bright screen, and in this dream-haunted night…
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12 June: A Six – Part 13: Constellation of Coloured Paper
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 13 A Constellation of Coloured Paper Connor wanders around my flat in a blind need, as if a return to death is but one short call away – he touches books but not to read – just to hear the ink…
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9 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last WeekThe I In It1.The Befores I was once a feralapparition.Blank geometry.Me, ascorching blizzardhaunted by my own skin,and I existed beforebiology with itsaphasia-blackenedSun.And yetI am scatteredas dust on water. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright…
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5 June: A Six – Part 12: Behind Every Lining
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #12 Behind Every Lining Is a Cloud BEHIND EVERY LINING IS A CLOUD There’s timid drumming on the windowpane … I unlatch and slide open the window on the night’s dark eye and its full-blown moon that’s bone white … and…
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