Tag: AI Digital Art
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17.03: A Six at Dovedale
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 13 Dovedale & Fiddling Bob-the-Hob Picture, if you will, a lush green valley, time-carved by the icy-clear River Dove; craggy-faced limestone cliffs; sweeping views from Thorpe Cloud hill (a reef knoll); Victorian stepping stones positioned for crossing the river; earthy scents—damp…
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10.03: 12.3 Night with “Hamlet”
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 12 Part 3 The Question Is The Answer The curtain rises, and the ordinary becomes extraordinary, where tragedy’s shadow precedes its entry; the stage is bathed in moonlit gloom; the towering stone walls of Helsingør Slot silhouette the night sky; mist…
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3.3: A Six – Going with the Flow
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 2 Going with the Flow “Let me see,” and Nick turns his sketchpad toward me, and I nod, “It’s a gift—to capture a river’s soul, to let its voice be seen, to turn light into liquid,” and I moisten…
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3.3: A Six – The Vanishing Act
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 1 The Vanishing Act I decide to pocket the book into its own shadow, hidden until I know what to do with it. Closing my eyes, the words wound around my fingers—and I traced them along the edge of…
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24.2: Bœuf Bourguignon Always Has Mushrooms
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 5 Bœuf Bourguignon Always Has Mushrooms “Which of you ordered two bœuf bourguignons,” asks the waitress who shifts her weight to her right hip—muscle memory, thanks to several children having perched there over the years. We’ve arrived early at…
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24.2: A Six – Enter Ozymandias
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 4 Enter Ozymandias “That book doesn’t belong here—it’s a clock that strikes thirteen, a poppy in a wheat field… a perfect misfit,” says an elderly gentleman. He stands beside us—scholarly, spectacled, with a wonderfully unkempt shock of white hair…
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18 Feb: A Six—And It’s Written
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 3 Et Scriptum Est — And It’s Written This Six continues from Nick’s (The Gatekeeper’s) comment of last week … I take the chair beside Nick; the book lies open, relaxed in its binding, “A leap from shadows of persecution into…
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10.2 A Six: Et Scriptum Est
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 2 Et Scriptum Est — And It’s Written Continued from Part One “Nick—what?” He points under the table at the book—words etching blink-fast across the page: “The word invasive will fill his head; he will question if this book…
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9 Feb: 12 Minutes Past 8
Twelve Minutes Past Eight (A List Poem) Chimney Smoke in curls Grass hard with frost 2 doves pacing the roof ridge Scent of oatmeal A spoon stirring coffee A blackbird singing in the apple treeIce melting in drips Clock-radio playing upstairs Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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A Haibun to Darkness
Waiting for the Dark I sit by the window, the winter trees watching over me as daffodils push through soil and crocuses wait for tomorrow’s sun, and I write this, the light fading until gone, until the paper is more part of darkness than day, and I sit through the hour into night, alone by…
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