Tag: AI Digital Art
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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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3 October: Saints Not Saints
SAINTS NOT SAINTS (Flash Fiction: words: 531, reading time 3-minutes) INKED I.He’s one of those –a saint who’s not a saint.He stands on the top stepof a long flight of stairs,and watches people … some in haste,suits and ties, mothers with their harsh wordsfor children dragged along on short legs, homeless men insulatedin newspaper for…
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3 October: Hunters in the Snow
Hunters in the Snow: The Trees The gales stripped the treesof every autumn-ambered leaf.Oh, how they howledin that biting steel cold. Such were those long winter months.Our spring brought not green,nor blue to sky, and fish frozein streams as they swam. Spiders died in their webs,caught in rims and spines of ice.And the sun, glassy-eyed,…
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2 October: Tattoo
Tattoo It’s a long lingering bruisefor a woman he once loved, a red inked heartwith a twisting rose vine,thorny,prickly. Bloody woman’s still under his skin. He’s thankful for small mercies,it’s on his boney shoulder bladeand he can’t see itwithout mirrors and contortions. And he cushions his beer buzzagainst the snooker table,draws back the cue stick,…
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1 October: Counting for Something
Counting For Something There’s a lunar halo around the full moon. And a Chihuahua barks at mefrom the other side of my neighbour’s door.It’s a voice of acid rain, and I’m holding a bag of French goodies –Dijon mustards and pink macarons.I’ll dig up something for the dog. It’s the last night of September,and the…
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