WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Snapshot Poems 2004

July 6, 2004

Last Week’s Snapshot

fatigue has me deep deep deep A week that could have been only distressing was quite wonderful. Friends came to help me at home; family came to visit; and readers, unknowing, came to help me at Watermark. When my creative well was dry, readers poured poems into the Crows post —… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2004

collaborative, poem, poem dance, poetry
June 23, 2004

Snapshot 23 June 02004

fatigue the longest day ends pink- skied falling into the dark crevasse whatever vehicle brought me here is lost or won’t start or has no brakes grey concrete engulfing even the foxglove even the budding lily Continue reading

Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

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June 16, 2004

Snapshot 16 June 02004

the rose unfolds day after day it opens itself pale petals gold heart to the sun to the bee – Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2004

poem, poetry, rose
June 13, 2004

More Poem Dancing

A PoetryEtc poet, Douglas Barbour, has again extended, and deepened, one of my poems, Snapshot 02 June 02004. Douglas’ poem stands well on its own, but I have reprinted my piece so you can see what inspired his (posted here with his permission.) The first three stanzas are mine; the rest is Douglas’: a week… Continue reading

Poem Dancing, Snapshot Poems 2004

collaborative, poem, Poem Dancing, poetry
June 9, 2004

Snapshot 09 June 02004

something like that blue cloud, thunder rolling through our valley, hail in the flower beds, or this lukewarm tea in the Chinese mug on the brass table — something like this sun or this gnat on the page, scents of solomon seal and cigarette smoke entwining in the garden, wind rustling the birches — something… Continue reading

Audio Post, Snapshot Poems 2004

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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.

Snapshot Poems 2004

Last Week’s Snapshot

Snapshot 23 June 02004

Snapshot 16 June 02004

More Poem Dancing

Snapshot 09 June 02004