Tag: AI Digital Art
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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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22 April: NaPoWriMo (a haibun)
It’s lazy-hot for mid-May. A few days before she finishes 6th grade, and she can hear her mother talking, voices slipping in and out of her open bedroom window, “somethingsomethingsometimes she makes my flesh crawl,” so she knows what she’s telling the neighbour. She swings her feet off the bed, she’s wearing white cotton socks…
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21 April: NaPoWriMo
A Stark Hand I am in the strange hands of wind that reach the cliffs and pebble beach. I have come here to hear the voice of time’s sentinel, its sun-washed ancient secrets. Tell me of your lost lore, what guards your stark hand so well. I turn my face to the sky where by…
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