WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

November 2004

November 25, 2004

Thanksgiving [Snapshot]

These creatures, who companion me. These friends, who sustain me. These poets, who inspire me. This house, which shelters me. This garden, which feeds me. This stone, which teaches me. This changing moon, which comforts me.This earth, which absolves me. This ground, which will receive me. These readers, you, who encourage me. Continue reading

Critters, Snapshot Poems 2004

cats, dogs, photograph, poem, poetry, Snapshot Poem, Thanksgiving
November 24, 2004

Link Madness

This week’s Carnival of the Cats is at Leslie’s Omnibus; the next will be hosted here at Watermark. Send in your entries by 5:00 p.m. on Sunday. I know that this may be a slow week due to the Thanksgiving holiday, but you have lots of time between now and Sunday to Polaroid those kitties.… Continue reading

Frivolity

Art, carnival, cats, creationism, evolution, family vaulues, gardening, generator, gnomes
November 23, 2004

The Pagan Agenda

This post is an experiment — and a risky one. As some of you know, I take sleeping pills (among others) as part of my medical treatment. Usually these knock me out for the entire night, but occasionally my mind races and I get up in the night and do odd things, some of which… Continue reading

Audio Post, religion, Spirit

pagan agenda, religion, values
November 22, 2004

Red

in the copper urn in the beaded purse in the maple, the cherry turning in the african belt in the bentwood box in the goldfish swimming the chilling pond in the persian rug in the porcelain bowl in the photo of judd dancing with scarecrows in the hopi drum… Continue reading

garden, Photos 2004, Poems

berries, Mountain Ash, photograph, poem, red
November 21, 2004

Snail & Sky

SnailOriginally uploaded by BombDog. Continue reading

Critters

Flickr, photograph, sky, snail

DISCLAIMERS:

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. I believe writing is thinking, and I prefer to do my own. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

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.

November 2004

Thanksgiving [Snapshot]

Link Madness

The Pagan Agenda

Red

Snail & Sky