WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

November 2004

  • Erosion

    The kestrel is hunting in my garden again today; a garden that saw a brief flurry of snow yesterday, but is now bare. I have been feeling tired, physically, emotionally, spiritually. I think, ‘my heart is breaking’ — but that is not exactly it — it’s more like erosion. My heart is eroding.  The photographs… Continue reading

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  • The Smile

    the smiling stingray Originally uploaded by neb. We are warned to not impute human feelings and motivations onto other animals, and I think there is sense in this.  Better to step back far enough to watch and learn from them who they are, on their own terms. Surely it is also sensible to not fear… Continue reading

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  • Way Too Cute. Really.

        [Click for larger image] No, not them (though they are pretty cute, aren’t they?)  These (via MonkeyFilter): [Click to go to site] There must be a hundred photos of kittens at this site, all, I think, by the same photographer. Then there is The Amazing Cat Collection; Military Cat; Hat Cat; Wet Cat;… Continue reading

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  • Good News

    Árni is awake.  We are told: He’s terribly tired – even opening his eyes is a major effort. He seems to have control of hands and legs, no apparent paralysis in his face, and he clearly understands what’s going on. — and who is to say that all those candles did not help?  He will… Continue reading

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  • Snapshot 17 November 02004

    This new moon nightthe city is too brightfor all but a few stars. On the river path, I finda dead pigeon.  I leave itfor scavengers.  The next morning there is nothingbut feathers and kernelsof corn.  Now the sky hangs low and thick;pinkish with the city’sreflection.  This wind speaks, it tells methere is snowin the mountains… Continue reading

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