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February 18, 2004

February

There is light now
in the mornings. I wake
away from my dreams.
It is snowing. Trees
stand straight, colorless
against the white sky.

I cannot seem
to begin. Snow
fills the corners
of my house. Silent.
Glistening. Ice
on the mirrors.

I have been
in winter forever.
I cannot see
your face. Frost
blurs the pictures
in their frames.

Poems

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Fried Man

February 21, 2004 at 10:07 am

The littlest microbe

Just for the heck of it I’ve decided to link each day to a low ranking interesting microbe in the N. Z. Bear’s blogosphere ecosystem. These people are the lowest of the low and I figure they need all the help they can get. Today was slim pickings – I a…

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Ancestral (Artificial )Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

February

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