WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Poems

  • This is not a poem

    He uses his post-post-modern perspective to deconstruct the new aesthetic. It’s no longer about gender; it’s about synapses. Her emotions are binary, randomly generated. He lights her heart afire with disposable flame. Ablaze, she liftsher arms and twirls like a figure skater. The ashes shape themselves into an egg. All his friends are virtual. These… Continue reading

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  • a sadness of dreaming 

    another gray morning I wake              from a dream of the end                          of the world it comes  without warning the alarm              a deafening buzz as all                          the bees in the world  die in a hum at the end              of it… Continue reading

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  • Bell

      once I imagined the bellall the rest came easilythe young man in the burgundy coatlilies tolling their scent in the gardenpale moon over narrow streets, it alldreamt itself into tall dark treesshivering with sparrows and wind the wind in the shuttersthe nervous courtyardsomething sacred at the altarthe pale child in her ghost dressthe book… Continue reading

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  • Homesafe

      I want to tell you  how spring feels in Alaska, next  to the sea, with aspen & cedar with eagles & gulls.    I want to tell you  how spring feels here, beside  the river, with spruce  & pine, with robins & crows. I want    to tell you how  this sky stretches  between… Continue reading

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  • snapshot poem 13 january 2021

      sleep in grief wake in grief       grief at the doorstep   ~sb january 2021 Continue reading

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