Tag: AI Digital Art
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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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11 October: The Goatherd #12
Defy the Sky Thunder shakes the starsas if running naked, and the man and his womansip thin soup, and listento thunder’s unspeakable wisdom. Their child, Binti Mbuzi,is a tall slim girl with a timeless heart,fresh as the sky shines blue. But this night is a blinding darkness,born to defy the sky, and the goats sleep,only…
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10 October: Seige
Seige The heat and white dust feels feudal.It’s like the last remnants of a fading man. A landscape of human affairs,persistently bleak. Scent of sulphur and burning horse shitblows through the shutters. We know the routine. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery…
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9 October: For Unicorn Challenge
One Saturday Afternoon Dad’s sitting in his stressless chair.By the window.TV remote in one hand,an air gun resting on the windowsill. The gun is filled with buckshot. The gawd-damned deer, as he calls them because he says he doesn’t curse near kids, and I’m 6,are eating his raspberries. And the…
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7 October: A Quadrille for dVerse
Feather Something as pure as a feather,a bleached bone quill,a white wisp vane, maybe fallen froman albatross in a brush with an angel. Or an owlsitting in withering elderberries. A feather hangs in knotted websof a spider, opalized by moonlight. A 44-word (sans title) quadrille written for dVerse Poets “brush”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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6 October: Old Wool and Bumblebees
Old Wool and Bumblebees There’s smoke in the air,or maybe it’s my old Fair Isletweedy wool sweater. Every odour and insect descendson old wool. It always smells of something. But this is smoke. Just heard on the radio —the last storm carried a veil of smokefrom North America’s wildfires, hitched itself on a wave of…
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4 October: The Goatherd #11
Bounce And there’s a girlwho laughs at crows,the ones that bounce acrossthe grassy dry, and shebounces against her mother’s hip,this girl, Binti Mbuzi, is inked by soil’s spit and mud,steeped in its quietude.Hers is a childhood of perfect hours, and today, she feels its flaming morning, fit toflit from flower to flower,like the sun winging…
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