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September 21, 2005

Snapshot 21 September 02005

bird cries lift me
from the shallow
surface of sleep

while i slept
flood walls broke
southern cities drowned

these northern hills
bleached tan
the maples turn

birches rustle
storms swirl
lifting the sea

south and north
autumn comes
north and south

the darkening

Snapshot Poems 2005

5 responses to “Snapshot 21 September 02005”

cindy

September 21, 2005 at 6:13 pm

this is very nice!

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David

September 22, 2005 at 6:51 am

This really is very special. Very deep. Almost silent.

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Bitterroot

September 22, 2005 at 6:21 pm

Beautiful.

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Cathy

September 23, 2005 at 6:02 pm

Ah, it’s soo wonderful to read your poems again.

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Pearl

September 26, 2005 at 2:14 pm

Intense vortex of a poem.

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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.

Snapshot 21 September 02005

5 responses to “Snapshot 21 September 02005”

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