Tag: AI Digital Art
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23 June: The Book of 27 Liturgy
11 of 27: Drowndusk Liturgy Love Buried Beneath Duty I. The VowDrowndusk does not begin at the altar—it begins at the sink,where two pairs of handswash the same dishand never brush,where “I do” turns slowlyinto “I will.”“I must.” The chains are forged of good intentions,each link a promise:to stay, to care, sacrifice—until the metal grows…
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17 June: A Six – Brigid’s Journal
Brigid’s journal unfolds beneath the Caledonian pines, where light moves differently, and the loch keeps its own counsel: Brigid and the Scots Pinecone – A Soft Geometry 17 June – Glen Affric, Scotland: pencil, paper, watercolour and brushes—dawn’s sun holds a single fallen pinecone in its grasp, and Brigid writes: an offering from the unpainted…
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17 June: A Six Sentence Story
10 of 27 — The Truth Told Too Late She remembers the lime-green hydrangea wallpaper, metallic flecks catching the light like something that failed to be beautiful, and the mirror above the sink—it’s too high for her body, but just right for her face. Felreil sits on the bottom step, still as guilt, watching the…
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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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