WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

favorites ~ repost

July 10, 2006

Bell

[I’m on vacation. This was originally posted Wednesday, 25 August 2004] MP3 File once I imagined the bell all the rest came easily the young man in the burgundy coat lilies tolling their scent in the garden pale moon over narrow streets, it all dreamt itself into tall dark trees shivering with sparrows and wind… Continue reading

Audio Post, favorites ~ repost, Poems

audio, podcast, poem, Poems, poetry
July 8, 2006

…in the garden

[I’m on vacation. This was originally posted Sunday, 02 May 2004] Blue clematis bells; their white tongues. Woke early, slept, woke, slept — finally up at 11:00. The angelique tulips are open; lilacs are showing their color. Just now, at mid-day, there’s a soft breeze in the garden. I am living in realms of sleep,… Continue reading

favorites ~ repost, garden, poetry

clematis, garden, kestral, photo, photograph, poetry
July 7, 2006

Cat Dancing

[I’m on vacation. This was originally posted Friday, 11 June 2004] ". . . women who practiced it were labelled as evil witches and burned at the stake along with their cats.Indeed, it seems very likely that it was women swishing their brooms in front of cats in order to excite them to dance so… Continue reading

favorites ~ repost, Friday Cat Blogging 7

cats, dance, dancing, Friday Cat Blogging
July 6, 2006

privacy & exposure

[I’m on vacation. This was originally posted Tuesday, 27 January 2004 ~ one of my first posts] This process of building websites, and doing an online notebook, raises for me issues of privacy and exposure – how much to reveal? What really is the interest of the (unknown) audience? & when may I name names,… Continue reading

Blogging, favorites ~ repost

Blogging, exposure, privacy, Writing

DISCLAIMERS:

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.

favorites ~ repost

Bell

…in the garden

Cat Dancing

privacy & exposure