WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

April 2004

April 15, 2004

moon

the moon is never out of fashion pregnant belly curved blade ladle bowl pulling the ocean & our own red seas sparking darkest lunacies ~ the moon is never retro [ the first & last lines of this poem were stolen from conversations on The Well ] Perhaps it is unwise to… Continue reading

Poems

poem, snapshot
April 14, 2004

Snapshot 14 April 02004

{click for larger view} one creamy daffodil scent of clematis goldfish spawning ~ rippling reflections on stone dozens of photos hoping for one perfect snapshot of this perfect day Continue reading

garden, Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

haiku, image, photograph, poem, small poem, squirrel
April 14, 2004

just the facts

she was only three it was a walking doll her eyes closed when she was laid on her back she wore a ruffled dress hair: blond eyes: blue it was a walking doll when she was laid on her back her eyes fell closed she wore a ruffled dress she was only three Continue reading

Poems

abuse, poem, poetry
April 13, 2004

fiera Lingue

I have been invited to place some of my work at Poet’s Corner on the fiera Lingue website, an invitation I am honored to receive. They want a photo, a bio, and a few "poems which can represent the Poet best." One of my poems is already there, amidst other and better Father poems. I… Continue reading

Poems, poetry, Writing

Poems, Poets, Writing
April 13, 2004

juneau on a clear day/ or,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp haiku water balloons

august wind. . . green leaf flutters down sequined water flashing float plane shadow salty taste i imagine your skin round moon radio towers rising northern lights falling star gulls cry on the water Continue reading

Poems

Alaska, haiku, poem, poetry

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

moon

Snapshot 14 April 02004

just the facts

fiera Lingue

juneau on a clear day/ or,&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp haiku water balloons