WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

garden

June 16, 2009

The House-Bound Ventures Out

she prepares for days hoarding energy / fireflies in a glass jar /examines clothing for marks of wear / a hole in the knee / buttons cracked or missing / missing / stains on the embroidered breast / amulets in the pocket / earrings finger rings / key ring her eyes widen / she can… Continue reading

Audio Post, garden, Poems

Audio Post, poem
October 17, 2006

Yet Another Photo Toy

I found this at fotogail’s MySpace page. I think you’ll need flash to see it. These are photos of my garden, this year: http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf Get Your Own! | View Slideshow This is very well-integated with flickr. Easy! Gosh. It’s almost hypnotic. Continue reading

Flickr, garden, Photos 2006

gaden, photographs, photos, slide.com
October 10, 2006

Autumn in the Garden

I’ve waited eight years for this porcelain berry to show its colors. Continue reading

garden, Photos 2006

autumn, garden, photo, photograph, porcelain berry
September 20, 2006

Snapshot Poem 20 September 02006

What I Don’t Write About My mother. This pain in my shoulder. This intertia that pins me to my bed. The way light passes through water on birch leaves. The quick, spotted cat watching the goldfish. I don’t write about you. Life is no place to be smart, you tell me. Not only do you… Continue reading

garden, Photos 2006, Snapshot Poems 2006

clematis, photograph, poem, poetry
September 19, 2006

Abide

I’ve posted a new article at Abide: Illness Etiquette II: How to visit a sick friend. I promised this quite some time ago, and the current Probloggers How To group writing project gave me the push I needed to finish it. But it wore me out — so don’t look for anything here until tomorrow. Continue reading

garden, illness, Photos 2006

CFIDS, chronic illness, how to, photo, photograph, ProBlogger Group Writing Project

Ancestral (Artificial )Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, writing is how I think, and I prefer to do it myself. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

I have changed this from Artificial to Ancestral, after Abi Awomosu @ Substack. This medium was made with human history, human thought. All of it, bright and dark. It is ancestral.

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.

garden

The House-Bound Ventures Out

Yet Another Photo Toy

Autumn in the Garden

Snapshot Poem 20 September 02006

Abide