Tag: AI Digital Art
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15.06: Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses
The Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses She was drawn moth-like to the darkest flames, not just to feel the burn, but to tell the story of their kindling, the light they gave, and the ashes they left behind, but her problem was the problem of the artist: “How to let people see what’s there—and paint with…
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14.06: Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses
Triptych de Crystalline—the artist who paints the woman who watches him do so— I. Water Speaks (the elemental voice) Brush tip waitsPaused like the dropletBalanced between skyfall and reflection You blink onceCanvas remembersThe hush before thunder learns its name You breathe inAnd pigment listensA ripple caught mid-birth remembers you He holds lightWith palms that echoThe…
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12 June: A Six Sentence Story
Hog Trough Confessional I’ve returned to Hog Trough Lane with a secret rewoven from old strands. To hurt is to steal, I said to the boy who once showed me his father’s hog knives glinting in the hayloft —the barn smelled of slop and honeysuckle, and the hogs were grunting hymns as they rooted through…
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10 June: A Six Sentence Story
To Hurt is to Steal The clinic lights hum —guilty, guilty as saints in hiding. The nurse peels back the bandage …to heal is to steal, you whisper it—not to her, but to the wound’s ruby grin, a slow eclipse hoarding your flesh like a miser of moonlight strands. Outside, crows heckle the parking lot, tallying…
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2 June: A Six – The Book of 27
Intro: Some echoes aren’t loud. They linger. This is one of them. 9 or 27 Echobane – (A vow that outlived you) She opens the window, and the wind hops in like a memory—bold, uninvited, wearing his voice like a borrowed coat: I cherish you, it says, like it never once meant I’ll leave you. Felreil stands…
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26 May: A Six – The Book of 27
#8 of 27: Glimmourne – A Colour Once Felt, Not Seen #8 of 27: Glimmourne – The ache of beauty that betrays you She stands in the back corridor after the show, still wearing the silk-and-lace dress the audience said made her look like fire, smiling the way they taught her—teeth, dimples, neck exposed like…
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19 May: A Six – The Book of 27
6 of 27: Solacewrought – a Colour of Kindness That Asks for Nothing 6 of 27: Solacewrought – Kindness That Asks for Nothing She stirs the lemonade with her straw like it might unlock something, and when she’s asked how she is—not her husband, not his cancer, but her—she stares at the glass like it…
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19 May: Solacewrought – a Liturgy
6 of 27: Solacewrought’s Liturgy Poem – a Colour of kindness that asks for nothing 6 of 27: Solacewrought – Kindness That Asks for Nothing(for her, for the ice cube, for the unasked question) I. The UnseenSolacewrought arrives not with fanfare, but with a poke—the ice cube bobbing in lemonade like a buoy in a…
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12 May: A Six – The Book of 27
5 of 27: Gravebright – a Colour once felt, not seen—A smile worn only at funerals 5 of 27: Gravebright – A smile worn only at funerals The gravel shifts beneath her boots as she steps out of the car, snow mounded as quiet witness along the hedgerows—the priest waiting at the church door with…
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11 May: Gravebright – the Liturgy
5 of 27: Gravebright – a Colour once felt, but not seen 5 of 27 Gravebright – The Poem – A smile worn only at funerals Gravebright is a lightthat knows its place—how to behave. It flickers politely and restson the lips like powdered glass. It is not joy.It is the performance of peace—an ache…
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