WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

February 2006

February 22, 2006

Snapshot 22 February 02006

how thin — the hours away from my daughter I am preoccupied with faith, its dangers and its solace, as this snow falls, a drift of fist-sized flakes that sift from a dim sky, then change to sleetish rain. An hour, I’m told, for the… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2006

Erin Noteboom Bow, poem, poetry, renga
February 21, 2006

A List

Erin has written a lovely haibun off one of my snapshot poems. She also says some very nice things about me. Really. And as long as I’m bragging — this was awhile ago, and I put it on my sidebar, but in case you missed it, another fine review from Dave Bonta: SB – sometimes… Continue reading

Blogging, Critters, Kind Words, Noticed, Poets

photograph, Poems, poetry, Poets, squirrel
February 20, 2006

The Artist’s Way ~ Week 6: Recovering a Sense of Abundance

I confess, this has been an abundant week — an adventurous week, given my usual quiet solitude. Even the solitude is abundant. Right now, for example (it’s Sunday evening) I am writing this during breaks from Poirot, drinking wine and eating good dark chocolate. While I can quite reasonably claim that the specifics are unusual… Continue reading

The Artist’s Way

Art, deprivation, language, Linda Hogan, luxury, nouns, religion, Sam Harris, scarcity, spirituality, The Artist’s Way, verbs, Writing
February 19, 2006

February (an old poem)

There is light nowin the mornings. I wakeaway from my dreams.It is snowing. Treesstand straight, colorlessagainst the white sky. I cannot seemto begin. Snowfills the cornersof my house. Silent.Glistening. Iceon the mirrors. I have beenin winter forever.I cannot seeyour face. Frostblurs the picturesin their frames. Continue reading

Poems

poem, poetry
February 18, 2006

How Cold Is It?

It’s so cold, the snow people are trying to burrow underground. Continue reading

Frivolity

cold, humor, snow, snowman, snowperson, winter

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.

February 2006

Snapshot 22 February 02006

A List

The Artist’s Way ~ Week 6: Recovering a Sense of Abundance

February (an old poem)

How Cold Is It?