WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Snapshot Poems 2007

November 7, 2007

snapshot poem 07 november 02007

the string has brokeni pick up the beads of my life they are dissonant discordantthere is no harmony here was there ever a pattern? some have fallen into the grate i’ll never retrieve them they are rolling down a long culvert it is dark here, unnavigablei am lost listen, the beads are rattling pick up… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2007

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October 31, 2007

Snapshot Poem 31 Oct ’07

the garden is buried in leaves and soam I Enjoy your All Hallows Eve — tomorrow the marathon begins. Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2007

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October 24, 2007

Snapshot Poem 24 Oct ’07

interminable months of flatnessthe borderless continent of fatigue – compulsion of blue – dreams seep into dayslike autumnfog Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2007

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October 17, 2007

Snapshot Poem 17 October 2007

wind comes to strip the trees what was red & gold is now sky, clouded, speckled blue the cats sleep all day long Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2007

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October 10, 2007

Snapshot Poem 10 October 02007

This day is too gray for profundity. I woke to roofers hammering, shingles flying past my window; both dogs quietly asleep, pressed against my knees. The birches are a shower of gold, with a few withered brown leaves, holding, holding on. MP3 File Continue reading

Audio Post, Snapshot Poems 2007

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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 2007

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Snapshot Poem 31 Oct ’07

Snapshot Poem 24 Oct ’07

Snapshot Poem 17 October 2007

Snapshot Poem 10 October 02007