WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

October 2004

October 31, 2004

Evil Clown

The Evil Clown Generator, via MonkeyFilter Continue reading

Frivolity

clown, generator, mindless entertainment
October 31, 2004

While Napping in Alaskaon a Sunday in October

Winter crawls out of the woods and swallows the town. Shrews slip back to the woodpile. The road slides downhill. Black and white tiles embrace on the kitchen floor. Coffee thickens in the pot while lunch congeals on the plate. The planet turns through crowded space. Dust drifts under… Continue reading

Poems

poem, poetry
October 29, 2004

Halloween Quizzes

Are you a new reader? Arrived directly from the New York Times, perhaps? Welcome! I hope you will take some time to explore a bit. Below, you will find many cat-blogging posts; here you will find links to other cat sites, and here you will find poems, politics, play, and much else. Today we are… Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 2, Quizzes

catblogging, cats, Friday Cat Blogging, halloween, quiz
October 29, 2004

Smooth Green Snake

This fabulous photograph is from Fragments From Floyd, via Via Negativa. . . . And out of that mundane chore of autumn, in this world of orange and ochre, in that cool, safe space under the flat roof of rock where it would have spent its anonymous days fattening on spiders before winter, a newly-hatched… Continue reading

Critters, Noticed

photograph, snake
October 28, 2004

Election of Doom

From Life Is But A Dream: (what happens) Continue reading

Current Affairs, Politics

Bush, election, Kerry, Politics

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.

October 2004

Evil Clown

While Napping in Alaskaon a Sunday in October

Halloween Quizzes

Smooth Green Snake

Election of Doom