WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

December 2010

  • Blogging Angst

      It’s frightening how much I’ve forgotten in one year of only sporadically blogging. I have to relearn simple coding. And so much has changed. The TypePad interface has changed. Facebook has taken over the internet world. I’ve added the Facebook like button to my posts; this is great, at least I know folks are… Continue reading

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  • The Dead Woman and Sex

        1. The Dead Woman and Sex The dead woman is thinking about sex. Its renowned generative power, the excitement of being alive. She remembers that orgasm is called the little death. She thinks about anatomy, and how hers is dissipating. She is fucking the universe. She is melting, melting. She is using her… Continue reading

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  • Enough

    This week's prompt is enough, a word that evokes abundance, which is what I expected to write about. I am certainly abundantly surrounded. But instead, this:   enough of white rooms wheeled carts, wheeled beds, wheeled chairssheets sopping with drugged dreams stick fingers & brittle nails enough long nights listening for breathing or silence watching… Continue reading

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  • Snapshot Haibun

      It's only habit that holds me together.                                                                         on the snow                                                                         in the garden                                                                                bird tracks [Severely edited 14 December 02010] Continue reading

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