Tag: AI Digital Art
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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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30 May: Three Lines for Lavender
It’s a lullaby of soft purple scatter, enwrapped desireA sunny haze of scented tangles of ProvenceTo sleep, perchance to dream of being sun-stolen. For Ink In Thirds the word is Lavender. 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…
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29 May: A Six – Part 11: I Walk With Ghosts
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 11, I Walk With Ghosts I’m walking home in the rain from the Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro, my face damp and the wet clinging to my legs. The dim streets are lined with starved and empty warehouses with windows dim…
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22 May: A Six – Part 10: To Trace a Curl
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #10 To Trace a Curl The Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro is on the edge of razor-sharp tonight. In a corner booth near the back of the room sits a man who’s built for a rugby scrum. He’s with a woman…
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18 May: A Six – Part 9.1: Flower Power
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 9.1 Flower Power “Bonne soirée mon ami,” Pierre is beaming smiles tonight, and Nick-the-Gatekeeper replies, “Καλησπέρα Πιέρ μου.” And I’m almost, but not studiously contemplating why Cyrillic-looking letters sound like warm gravelly earth when letters Pierre pronounces in French … and…
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18 May: Thin Flute Notes
A roostercrowed the first lightand as the night music died,thin flute notesvanished to vapours white. I know a womanwho sleepsbeside a cemetery stone,and when the full moonruns high,she dances all night. Quite alone. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and…
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17 May: Just A Few Thoughts
I. I cling to colours, serenity of sky blue,A scythe to shred clouds, and at nightI melt into dimness. Written for Three Line Poetry (Ink in Thirds) II.I can smell the sea. Eternity is in my heart, inheriting salt maybe. It is filling that drifting part of me. Written at the cottage Some artwork is created…
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16 May: Introspection
INTROSPECTION I am children gone to sleepI am life that pays foreverI am wisdom of the deadI am dust of lives spokenI am the rustling of leavesI am the even pull of wingsI am the chill of sunsetI am sunlight on gravestonesI am everlasting loveI am calm that some craveI am meadows and beesI am…
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