WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

April 2016

  • The Next Day

         //embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js        The Next Day I wake in pale light. Swallowscarving the sky, and in the distancethe raucous voice of the crow. Thislong day opens out before me. Dreams flee. I have forgottenhow to hold them. A little sugar,a little salt. Wine in an etched glass.Green grapes and a pear's soft… Continue reading

  • This is a New Game

      This is a new game. The rules have changed. You choose, in general outline, your character. Perhaps last time you were the king with the magic sword and the unfaithful wife, a hard and powerful life. The time before, a dragon, with a mouth full of fire.This is a new game. You will be… Continue reading

  • MEASURES

          Measures The weight of a man on a womanis like falling into the river without drowning."Two" by Linda Hogan There are things that can’t be measured or weighed. The length of a liar’s tongue. The number of nudges required to push a specific person off a particular ledge. The weight of a… Continue reading

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  • love, i ask you

        if I go out miningcarry my pick and my hoeif I go out in the darkmorning to dig you up to dig you out of my-self the pick to cut awaystone and the hoe to turn myheavy dirt will I find you hard and silent justanother sharp stone in theseedy soil of me… Continue reading

  • The Day of the Dead

           The Day of the Dead 1 November 02005   This morning I woke to the smell of winter, thinking of you searching for hope. Where are you looking? In the bodies of women who are strangers to you. In rice fields and temples; in classrooms and markets; in the dangerous sea. Though… Continue reading

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