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a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

NaBloPoMo ’06

November 15, 2006

Snapshot Poem 15 November 02006

I dream of moving to a smaller house. Why not live in my grandmother’s house? A man takes me to some cave-like place, lays out his complaints,his sad stories. Who is the enemy? I begin to accept that I have limits. So much I won’t be able to bring with me. But this palomino horse!… Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, Snapshot Poems 2006

NaBloPoMo, Snapshot Poem
November 14, 2006

Tummy Tuesday

OK, OK, I know; once a week is enough for cats. But give me a break, I’m busy. Just for November. OK? Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 8, NaBloPoMo ’06

cat, cats, photo, photograph, Tummy Tuesday
November 13, 2006

To my blogging friends:

I am still writing, and managing some kind of daily post — but what has suffered is keeping up with you. I am not commenting, not because of my usual circumspection, but because I am not there. Aside from the few days around the election, I have barely been online. A bit of skimming here… Continue reading

Blogging, NaBloPoMo ’06, NaNoWriMo ’06

NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo
November 12, 2006

Strawberry Squirrel

[Yesterday: 2299 words. So far: 30,582 words.] Continue reading

Critters, NaBloPoMo ’06

NaBloPoMo, photo, photograph, squirrel
November 11, 2006

Veteran’s Day

Thank you, neighbors, for the subject of today’s photo. But most importantly, for your service. Continue reading

Current Affairs, NaBloPoMo ’06, Photos 2006

NaBloPoMo, photo, photograph, veterans day

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.

NaBloPoMo ’06

Snapshot Poem 15 November 02006

Tummy Tuesday

To my blogging friends:

Strawberry Squirrel

Veteran’s Day