WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Snapshot Poems 2009

March 8, 2009

Daylight Savings

This hour stolen from us,an hour of joy; an hourof misery; an hour of workor dreaming. The sparrowsgo on building their nestin the long-untenantedbirdhouse. Cows waitat the barn gate, slowlyswishing their tails. Mountains fall beneaththe sun. We all go onas before. Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2009

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March 5, 2009

Snapshot Poem 04 March 02009

Audrey folds the quiltat the bottom of the bed.Chilled in the night, I reach one-handed and pull it up under my chin. It unfurls smoothly, unlike love. Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2009

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February 11, 2009

Snapshot Poem 11 February 02009

Seas between us, and time. I climb beneath my quilts. You wake in a bright room. You are not alone. I move through dreams dense with rage. Your children berate me. There is no escape. This long winter. Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2009

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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 2009

Daylight Savings

Snapshot Poem 04 March 02009

Snapshot Poem 11 February 02009