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a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

March 15, 2005

This Morning’s Light

for Erin, who is caught in Canada’s winter

Photos 2005

4 responses to “This Morning’s Light”

Karen

March 16, 2005 at 1:09 am

oh!
Mine are just starting to pop up.

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The Heretik

March 16, 2005 at 4:13 pm

crocus
mother’s first
whisper
a child’s
first cry
spring’s
first hello
winter’s
last sigh

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SB

March 16, 2005 at 11:35 pm

nice!

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Erin

March 17, 2005 at 2:07 pm

Oh, bless their golden hearts….

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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.

This Morning’s Light

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