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a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

August 8, 2007

Snapshot Poem

08 august 02007

neighbors come and go
in the smokey heat

this house is dark
and cool, cats complaining

of boredom and neglect
yowling up and down

the dusty staircase
why do we live each day?

through fire and flood
and darkening news

the absence of loves
everywhere, pain

women laugh
loudly, in the street

don’t they know?

Photos 2007, Snapshot Poems 2007

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.

Snapshot Poem

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