WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

October 2005

October 22, 2005

Saturday Squirrel Blogging

Hmm, do you think I’m feeding them enough? Continue reading

Critters

photograph, squirrel
October 21, 2005

PeeWee

Meet my cousin Sue’s latest diversion: This little one got left behind in the barn when her mother moved the litter, so is being raised by humans. Or, perhaps the humans are being raised by her. When that first photograph came up on my computer screen, I put out my hand to rub her tummy.… Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 5

cat, Friday Cat Blogging, kitten, photograph
October 20, 2005

fragment

blinded, overcome, wrapped in reams of colourshe untwirls her dark cacoon, becomes a kubuki dancer Continue reading

small poems
October 19, 2005

Snapshot 19 October 02005

I sleep beneath a shaved, clouded moon. My dreams are crowded & evasive. I try to catch them but they pass me by like geese, invisible in morning fog. All the news forecasts disaster. My book is filled with blankness. I forget to wind the clock. The geese call again. Ducks reply acrossthe darkly misted… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2005

poem, poetry
October 18, 2005

Why Does It Matter?

Via Daily Kos — It’s long, but it’s worth it: [This report may be distributed or republished with attribution to Strategic Forecasting, Inc. at http://www.stratfor.com. For media requests, partnership opportunities, or commercial distribution or republication, please contact pr@stratfor.com. …© Copyright 2005 Strategic Forecasting Inc. All rights reserved.] GEOPOLITICAL INTELLIGENCE REPORT 10.17.2005The Importance of the Plame… Continue reading

Current Affairs, Politics

Bush Regime, CIA, George Friedman, Karl Rove, NOC, Recommended Diaries, Scooter Libby, Stratfor Report, Valerie Plame

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.

October 2005

Saturday Squirrel Blogging

PeeWee

fragment

Snapshot 19 October 02005

Why Does It Matter?