WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

April 2004

April 25, 2004

Feeling Squirrelly

My squirrel name is: Scratchy McTwitch (Thanks BLTB for the link.) Squirrel quarrels, or courtship, in the garden this morning. As with humans, it is sometimes difficult to tell. {Have you ever noticed that squirrel is one of those words that starts to look really weird if you read it or write it over and… Continue reading

Critters, Frivolity

quiz, squirrel
April 24, 2004

rain

rain on the iron gate one crow Continue reading

small poems

haiku, poem, small poem
April 23, 2004

Feline Personality Typing

Have you ever wondered how your cat would do on a personality test? I have. So I went to the PTypes Weblog, and took the test for them. Of course, I’m not them, and they’re not human, so one must make allowances for a little statistical error (click photos for larger images): BOO is an… Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 1

cat, feline, personality testing
April 22, 2004

Dream

exposure to something terrible, toxic the skin hardens, cracks, breaks off in pieces raw, bloody, mucousy intensely painful people hide from each other there is no comfort i write, and write, with a hand that is turning to jelly on some odd substance, like strips of tree-bark not – describing – exactly more – poeming… Continue reading

dreams

dream
April 21, 2004

Snapshot 21 April 02004

night rain brings this green day thick with mist wet scents crows harvesting the lawn pear blossoms fog ribboning mountains ornamental rain drops cling to spring branches darkness again white blooms glow in this quiet night garden oh how i miss you Continue reading

Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

poem, poetry, small poem

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

Feeling Squirrelly

rain

Feline Personality Typing

Dream

Snapshot 21 April 02004