WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Snapshot Poems 2004

April 21, 2004

Snapshot 21 April 02004

night rain brings this green day thick with mist wet scents crows harvesting the lawn pear blossoms fog ribboning mountains ornamental rain drops cling to spring branches darkness again white blooms glow in this quiet night garden oh how i miss you Continue reading

Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

poem, poetry, small poem
April 17, 2004

Poems to Peruse

From Ruby Street: snapshots project I’ve been involved in a great project as part of a list I belong to, poetryetc. It’s called snapshots and entailed list members writing a ‘snap’ of where they are (physically, head-wise or whatever) at some time in the world each Wednesday. The greater part of the second iteration (sorry,… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2004

Poems, poetry
April 14, 2004

Snapshot 14 April 02004

{click for larger view} one creamy daffodil scent of clematis goldfish spawning ~ rippling reflections on stone dozens of photos hoping for one perfect snapshot of this perfect day Continue reading

garden, Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

haiku, image, photograph, poem, small poem, squirrel
April 8, 2004

Snapshot 07 April 02004

On television, war, murder, head-on collisions. In the garden tulips, daffodils, chickadees. Heavy machinery turning dirt in the neighborhood park. Window washers, tree- trimmers, grey snake sliding across the path. All Spring’s workers. Crows riding uncertain winds. Mosques and synagogues exploding. Here, in this small city, streets cordoned off an entire afternoon — bioweapon bomb… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2004

poem, poetry

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

Snapshot 21 April 02004

Poems to Peruse

Snapshot 14 April 02004

Snapshot 07 April 02004