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May 30, 2004

The Poet

For the poet, every hello contains
its goodbye; every sunlit rose
its shadow; and death stalks
everything. Always the heron
watching the silvery fish. Always
the hawk. Even in that moment
she holds her lover’s heaviness
in the palm of her hand, feels
herself liquify – even then,
she knows it will end.

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the smedley log

September 16, 2004 at 11:36 pm

Poetry Friday

This edition of Poetry Friday features an online poet by the name of Sharon Brogan. This poem appears on her site, Oratory, along with many others…

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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.

The Poet

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