Tag: AI Digital Art
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18 October: The Goatherd #13
The Spirit of Goats Sure as rocks roll down hills,the woman felt it split her skull. Feltthe explosive roar.Felt starlightdescend all round her. Heard a herald ring in her ears. This stormof no small power,renegade skies daredmock the Mara. A floodthat hurled trees, breakinginto one another,a cataclysmicconscious crush. Black crows chose for the sky,panicked, go…
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17 October: Flash Fiction (332 words)
Fifteen Minutes on 25 December 1968 (332 words) It’s Christmas. The one when the White Album came out. It was a Christmas gift. I bought it myself. I mean, I like socks and handmade polyester button up jumpers, well in truth, no I don’t, which why I bought my own gift that year. Anyway, it’s…
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15 October: The Letter A
The Letter A I still hear the sound of a spoonagainst the side of a granite pestle. I’m in Mum’s kitchen.I wasn’t raised in this house,so it’s not our kitchen, and she tells me that she’sthe only one of her siblingswhose name doesn’t beginwith the letter M. Madeline,Margaret,Millie, and then of coursethere’s Robert. Mum says…
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15 October: Seige
A Black Coat tonight’s deep dark is shining tonight is a seeping melancholy it’s pure as the moon is clean bodies fragrant as the garden of edendreams emptied of sleep and death washed she’s at his grave – neither dead nor gone the ripe smell of paradisethe rise and fall of demonswar’s antiquity is overflowing…
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14 October: A Bubble for Tom
This is a bubble for Tom. His post tells all. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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13 October: Flash Fiction
Camping The tent smells like vindaloo, Mum says. Dad’s rented a tent. We’re trying camping before he buys one. In case we hate it. He’s picked a spot located in nowhere, and my little sister is already whining that something’s bit her arm. And her chin. She only stepped out of the car 2-minutes ago.…
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13 October: The Muse
AI Midjourney artwork: The Muse Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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Friday 13th: The Siege
Drift Every day.It’s a wilderness of dust,debris blowing in like snowwhere the door used to be. I remember the flavour of food,sweet and sharp, I rememberfeeding blackbirds at the window, I’m too tired to open it now. I remember pine, and green leavesand raspberries, sunbeamson a sleeping dog. I wrapped myselfin someone’s wallpaper last night,just…
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12 October: The Siege
Vermillion There are jackals in the sky.Burned laws. Flames dance rings,it’s a vermillion dawn.The blood is quick tonight. We carry question marks for every lifethat snaps like a wishbone.Same punctuationas eyes burn and weep. There’s a man begging at the corner.I give him a fiver.He says he doesn’t have change.These low expectations, not like the…
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The Siege #2: The Glowering Man
The Glowering Man Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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