WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

April 2004

April 30, 2004

The Next Story

Today is and also and also FRIDAY CAT BLOGGING DAY So I have chosen a favorite poem by a favorite poet and a favorite teacher, Pattiann Rogers; in which a cat makes a brief, but critical, appearance: Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 1, Memes, Poems, poetry, Poets

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April 29, 2004

Poem on Your Blog Day

! Remember, tomorrow is and also ! Have you chosen your poem? (Via Feminste, among others.) Continue reading

Memes, poetry

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April 28, 2004

Snapshot 28 April 02004

yesterday open-toed sandals and opening tulips old lovers come to me in dreams this morning fresh snow whitening the mountains the paper tells me bulltrout and cut- throats will find more water flowing through the losing reach between the mainstem river and spawning gravels green exploding skies above Iraq elderly ladies show off their May-Day… Continue reading

Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

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April 27, 2004

When Words Fail

From Wilson Hsu; Culture Kitchen; and The Memory Hole. Continue reading

Current Affairs

death, image, photographs, war
April 26, 2004

Speaking In Tongues

I try to find a heaven in my dreams, some cloudy place where you are. How can it still be morning, when I have been out here for so long? I am in a house I have come back to. Something is missing or broken. Looking everywhere, looking everywhere, I am caught in a… Continue reading

Photos 2004, Poems

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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.

April 2004

The Next Story

Poem on Your Blog Day

Snapshot 28 April 02004

When Words Fail

Speaking In Tongues