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a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

March 27, 2004

Horoscope

The full moon rolls in the southern sky;
it is time to practice your craft.

You will wander through ruins, your hair
unkempt, your face a long sea voyage.

Cut down to the ground the bleeding
heart; let roses go to hips.

October will kindle the vines.
Colchicum will open its lavender mouth.

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Anonymous

April 2, 2005 at 12:00 am

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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.

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