WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Photos 2006

November 30, 2006

Poetry Thursday

This week’s prompt was If these walls could talk: This house speaks. Floorboards groan, walls crack like lightening bolts. Windows insist Wash me! Snow- melt drips, drips,from the eves. Paintings proclaim blue, green, gold; they announce Alaska, New Mexico, Pennsylvania. Listen, you can hear wings: parakeets, iron angels, carved wood… Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, Photos 2006, Poems, poetry thursday

NaBloPoMo, photo, photograph, poem, poetry thursday
November 20, 2006

Winter Crow

This morning, two eagles were playing in the winds above the river. No photos; I couldn’t bring myself to stop watching long enough to bring up the camera. So you get Crow, instead. This particular crow posed and chatted with me for quite awhile. Then I said thank you, and it nodded, and we went… Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, Photos 2006

crow, NaBloPoMo, photo, photograph
November 19, 2006

Writing

That blue & white bowl is for — get this — organic lollipops. Yep, I actually bought such a thing, on my pre-Halloween Good Food Store NaNoWriMo preparation shopping trip. I kept reading about all the food one consumes during this marathon, what makes the best snacks, on and on — so, among several other… Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, NaNoWriMo ’06, Photos 2006, Writing

NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo, photo, photograph, Writing
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
November 6, 2006

Halloween Detritus

I snapped this photo on the river path, the day after Halloween. I intended to upload and post it then, but I’ve been a bit distracted . . . [Today: 3694 words. So far: 20702 words.] Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’06, NaNoWriMo ’06, Photos 2006

NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo, photo, photograph

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.

Photos 2006

Poetry Thursday

Winter Crow

Writing

Veteran’s Day

Halloween Detritus