WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

September 2005

September 24, 2005

Saturday Squirrel Blogging

I was later than usual getting to the feeder today. This is what awaited me. Continue reading

Critters

photograph, squirrel
September 23, 2005

Silly Kitties

Thanks to Quiplashr for stuffonmycat.com, lots of photos of extremely tolerant felines: And from Erin, we have Cats In Sinks, lots of photos of . . . well . . . cats in sinks: I don’t know why people send me this stuff . . . And why are there no photos of stuff on… Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 5

cats, Friday Cat Blogging
September 22, 2005

Birdie Bums

Not a particularly special photograph, you think? I wouldn’t have thought so myself, until it became part of a Journey: lilitu93 says: Boing! Journey: Birdie Bums map Click those arrows, and you will travel a breadcrumb trail of birdbum photos. What? You have something better to do on a Thursday? Continue reading

Critters

bird, breadcrumbs, budgie, parakeet, photograph
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 Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2005

poem, poetry
September 19, 2005

Missing

CNN is showing photos of missing children. I glance up from my computer to see: India Brogan Age 3 Missing From: New Orleans, LANo photo available And I wonder, boy? girl? Irish? Creole? Some branch of my own thorny family tree? India Brogan, Age 3: May you be safe. Continue reading

Current Affairs

Katrina

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.

September 2005

Saturday Squirrel Blogging

Silly Kitties

Birdie Bums

Snapshot 21 September 02005

Missing