WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

April 2017

  • The Shoelaces of Love

        Respectable black, or sporty white? The black with red racing stripes? Maybe.   Yellow? Cheerful, but a bit naive. Butterflies, hearts, flowers? Not my thing.   The old ones were slightly frayed, but functional, until the dog peed on them.   Baby blue? Too sweet. Navy blue? Too staid.   Here are some… Continue reading

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  • Harvest

      In preparation for the lean season, I gather my memories. Some ripe and sweet as childhood, others in neglected, unwatered corners,   withered and stone-hard. Some offer themselves freely, some hide in thistles and thorns. This basket grows heavy. Winter is coming.   But not today.           Continue reading

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  • where are you now?

      one should not have to reminisce                 alone   you on the sofa, carving wood curls at your feet my white cat across your shoulders big cat             bigger shoulders   how we laughed   walking together small town streets brushing through slurs   me in my bell jar of privilege what i did not see… Continue reading