Tag: AI Digital Art
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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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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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