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a poet’s notebook

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NaBloPoMo ’06

November 5, 2006

See That Bear?

That’s Nellie. & that’s where I’ll be, all month. You can look forward to lots of short posts. Like this one. Today I went to the local NaNoWriMo write-in, and took photos. Now I am very, very tired. [2119 words in the past two days. I’m slowing down.] Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, NaNoWriMo ’06

NaNoWriMo, photo, photograph
November 4, 2006

First Snow Squirrel

[4676 words yesterday!] Continue reading

Critters, NaBloPoMo ’06

NaBloPoMo, photograph, squirrel
November 3, 2006

Writing Assistant

There she is, my little tabby helpmate. Collaborator in distraction, more accurately. Are you in need of distraction? Try: Friday Ark I and the Bird Carnival of the Cats Carnival of the Dogs Circus of the Spineless Weekend Dog Blogging Weekend Cat Blogging LisaViolet’s Tummy Tuesday Kitty Movie Monday at YouTube [4105 words yesterday!] Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 8, NaBloPoMo ’06

cats, Friday Cat Blogging, NaBloPoMo, photo, photograph
November 2, 2006

Poetry Thursday

This week’s prompt was: Share a favorite line of poetry. There is far too much to choose from for this assignment — so I’m going to cheat, just a bit, and send you elsewhere — by linking these lines from Joyce Kilmer’s famous poem: I think that I shall never see A poem as… Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, Photos 2006, poetry thursday

photograph, poetry thursday, tree
November 1, 2006

Snapshot Poem 01 November 02006

Samhain. Halloween. Under a clouded moonwe fall into the dark. This morning I woke in your arms, but when I opened my eyes, only white sheets. Outside snow. Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, Snapshot Poems 2006

poem, poetry, Snapshot Poem

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

See That Bear?

First Snow Squirrel

Writing Assistant

Poetry Thursday

Snapshot Poem 01 November 02006