Tag: AI Digital Art
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13 May: Every Journey Is a Story
Every Journey Is a Story Every journey is a story,and I say, You’re those fieldsof yellow mustard blossoms,but no matter where we are,you always say that I’m a tree. Every time just like the last,the years blur into the present,and I say I’ve always been this age,you laugh, say I wasn’t born withall that white…
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12 May: Ritual
Ritual She tilts like a star leaning against her hip, slips into that dark galaxy void, where her eyes are gentle on her restless soul. And waves surge marble-hard, a chance to break against her thighs like flexing muscle fans. Her pulse quickens as she chants rituals in her own flickering light. I am 90%…
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12 May: To Grow A Thought
To Grow a Thought The sun shines into tucks of towels.It’s a scent of heatthat grazes the skin.The scent of sunbathers in burnt colours.Shades of cardinal-scarletstretched in lines at the white duskof morning. The air shatters with thunder.Half the sky is alivewith rain brushing clouds,while couples in lateness of lifechatter and buzzlike bees undeterred.And in…
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8 May: A Six – Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 8 Starlight Shines on the Roof By which I mean Nyx is scratching shadows and filling the street named after a saint with decomposing light. Tedium … when I peel potatoes, my mind wanders – and she didn’t ask Hades’ permission,…
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29 April: A Six – Part 7: A Moon River
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 7 A Moon River Guitar slung across her back, Melody Gardot sits on a tall wooden stool with a red vinyl naugahyde seat that makes a squish and pluck sound when her thighs move …it’s all music, and her voice is…
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26 April: NaPoWriMo
An Attempt at the Bright Side Liver. Ermmmmmm. Liver (shivering) with fried onions I love onions, unfortunatelyThis is supposed to be about liver, not onions. I know … Liver is best Kept inside a cow. Or a pig This photo was taken at Tablehurst Farm in Forest Row, Sussex. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024. Written…
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26 April: NaPoWriMo
A Poem Lacking A Title & Direction There was a dog the colour of old lace, eyes of onyx, always napping under the jasmine, loved chasing a ball, and puzzled over the shape of earth.He told everyone he might be a Time Lord. And there was a seagull icy white as phlox, whose wings were…
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24 April: NaPoWriMo
The Book When I was young and opened this book, I could hear wind chimes. It was like air, cool and dry on my fingers. Leather grain, and oiled from fingers, a subtle worn smooth surface. Leather strong and softly pliable. Resistance of the binding suggested an aged spine but it was much older. Grandmother…
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24 April: A Six – Part 6: How To Break Eggs
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 6 How To Break Eggs From Brigid’s diary: 17 April – Pierre’s standing at the end of the worktop, watching me, stone silent … butter foaming in a pan over a barely visible flame; 3 eggs lightly beaten; stir until curds…
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23 April: NaPoWriMo
The Flashy Spangle Spots It’s one of those gloomy music days that I allow to pour out in spoonfuls from a small back room of fumes seeping in from a previous century, a room somewhere along the Moors where wet overcoats and woollen caps are hung to dry on hooks and whose muddy boots go…
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