WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

July 2010

July 22, 2010

Lucy

For thirteen years, it was a rare moment that Lucy (Lady Elucibeth) was not at my heel, or my shoulder, or on my lap. Lucy had all those qualities that we admire in dogs: faithfulness, loyalty, bravery, and deep, abiding love. Plagued by fears beyond her control (the monster in the oven) Lucy rallied her… Continue reading

Critters, Personal
July 21, 2010

snapshot poem 21 july 02010

grief accumulates marbles in a leather bag cat eyes, shooters, steel dust in the corner stones in the heart feathers on the camel’s back it comes in storms, in waves, in small winds in large windsin stone walls you lean against it it leans against you you carry a village on your back a steep… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2010

grief, poem, Snapshot Poem
July 18, 2010

Parking Lot

If you leave the asphalt, what you have is dust and heat. Lever it out. Add soil, seed and water. Now you have buds, bugs, and birds. Squirrels, field mice, worms, slugs. Shade, and shadows that shiver with breeze. Finches, sparrows, juncos, chickadees, nuthatches. Crows, cats and kestrels. If your life has been stilled, or… Continue reading

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DISCLAIMERS:

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, 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.

July 2010

Lucy

snapshot poem 21 july 02010

Parking Lot