Tag: AI Digital Art
-
16 April: NaPoWriMo
Quietness Why not always.I will be the calmness of the sea, where I will unravel your knots.I will be the daughter of high tide, and you will be my window. Why not always,for your wading and for your washing. Why not alwaysbe in my high waters running deep, and rebel wild. Why not alwaysin a…
-
16 April: A Six – Part: 5 Out of the Frying Pan
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s Response Part 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan Part 6: How to Break Eggs Part 7: A Moon River Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof Part 9: Before When Part: 9.1 Flower Power At an Intersection Named…
-
14 April: NaPoWriMo
It’s All in the Delivery Dead centre in the middle of the intersection at Rue Norvins and Place de Tertre, a delivery van stops. The driver takes no notice of the traffic queueing ahead or behind him, the hysteria, the ear-pinpricking gibberish, the honking horns and shaking fists. He unloads 3 cases of wine and…
-
13 April: NaPoWriMo
A friend said to me this morning, Go out for lunch – somewhere with wood and leather … and something else that I can’t remember because I was suddenly drowning in the scent of wood and leather. And I replied with something about a leather jacket and a lumber yard and a packed lunch, but…
-
12 April: NaPoWriMo (revised)
On the Ridge Overlooking Burling Gap To be haunted by little things.A pale shade of sun as itpricks forgotten grass,cowslip,yellow blossoming weeds.The stir of sheep bellsand lambs hushed againstan old stone wall.Violet dusk.Drifting cloud.Bald hills,and shadows from fog.Sometimes I could weep, but I don’t. But I don’t weep, I could sometimes.Shadows from fog.Bald hills.Drifting cloud.Violet…
-
11 April: NaPoWriMo and 3 Line Poetry
I. for Miz Quickly’s prompt “Lost or Found” Somewhere out there in the spiral twist of ivy growth, red cyclamen, and sunlight, and a moon that never changes its allegiance, is my favourite coffee mug, left and lost to loneliness and longing, as if its last word spoken was Lost. II. for Grace Black’s Ink in Thirds #TLT Three…
-
10 April: NaPoWriMo – Blitz Poem
Inside a Whisper (a 50-line Blitz Poem) Every journey ends inside my eyesEvery story from me is alive insideInside, I’ve named every treeInside is the depth of one word sentencesSentences long as weeksSentences too full of wordsWords dark as sufferingWords for a tulip without its petalsPetals white as saltPetals red as a pepperPepper will float…
-
10 April: A Blitz Poem that’s a 50-Line Chain Verse
I misunderstood the instructions for writing a Blitz Poem, although after seeing an example I understand it (it’s a brain thing), and I thought (&*%^!!), but since it took the better part of the morning to do, I’ll post it anyway … because as it happens, This is a Chain Verse – A descendant of…
-
10 April: A Six – Part 4 Tectonic Shifts
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s Response Part 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan Part 6: How to Break Eggs Part 7: A Moon River Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof Part 9: Before When Part: 9.1 Flower Power At an Intersection Named…
-
9 April: NaPoWriMo
The Breath of Ghosts She much prefers tulips. They aren’t like roses or peonies that shrivel to dust and become the breath of ghosts. Tulips don’t wilt. They just drop their petals. They are like corseted Victorian women. They faint. And she knows that the stars she sees are already dead – but that doesn’t…
It's Still Life 