Tag: AI Digital Art
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30 December: The Desk
The Desk my desk iswhere I write in my journalwhere I write poetrywhere I lose myself in prosewhisked away by others’ words where my thoughts rise and fallwhere the weight and troublesof mind and soul are polishedinto its richly polished wood and where I wade into another day. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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27 December: Found Poetry
Aperture A tiny aperturein your heart.For light.Gentle and mystical. Opened more,expelsdarkness. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and…
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26 December: Short Form Poetry
Bound to a Breeze Dance,winter wheat and sprouting oats that chase the breezeand swaylike the soul of music. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2023.
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25 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
This is Nico, he’s 4, and he wants to know why that woman is pretending to be Santa Claus, and why she’s jingling a bell at everyone who walks by. I tell him that the woman is collecting money for charity, for people who haven’t enough money for toys if they buy food, or no…
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24 December: A Few Thoughts on the Day
She’s 5. Eats Greek yogurt with honey. Her brother is 4, and he’s making pretend money. It’s Florida. December. The weather’s fine. Grandsons. Granddaughters. Of sons of mine. They are the heart of me.Wild flowers at the centre of me. He’s 13. Says Christmas is like a song. His sister says I’ve been away too…
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23 December: A Few Things About Today
I.Clouds like smoke.She told me that in a letter she wrote a few years ago,that her smoke had gone black. I remember the smell.Charred rubber tyres.It hung in my head for weeks. That’s the way those clouds looked down on me today. II. An Untitled HaibunAn old woman, at least she looks older than I…
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22 December: Winter Solstice Cadralor
A Solstice Light Winter solstice morning in Miami. 7:03am. The sun cuts the clouds. A sliver chases away darkness from where it hides. Below chairs. Under beds. Below bedsheets. This divine light brings me joy. Coffee on the balcony. 9:35am. White candle lit. I recite, all by memory. Eyes closed to noise. Morning traffic. There’s…
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21 December: Geometry of Weather
The Geometry of Weather This is where hurricanessweep over the road.Horizontal up and over, overrun by lay down weather.And today’s wind frees vulturesfrom gravity’s grip, wings angled like geometry.Wings reigningover this lay down weather. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose…
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21 December: Happy Winter Solstice
We Are the Centre of the Wheel We are the Weavers,as we are the woven ones. We are the Dreamers,as we are the dream. May the longest nightbring tranquility and peace.May its returning light bring hope, and renewed life.Embrace the long darkness –it is dawn’s rebirth. To those who celebrate it,happy winter solstice. Note: In…
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19 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
This was once a building, now skeletal wood rot rafters, sharp peaks, joists, long beard moss, grey and matted by rain, but the wind is still strong enough to challenge its heavy weight. Black vultures on the roof ridge. Count them: 1, 2, 3 … and egrets wading the wash; herons picking their way through…
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