WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

Syllabic

February 17, 2004

duet

his blue belief was sorrow wild to kiss the curve of her raw skin to bruise her cloudy eye his harsh hot teeth sharp with need honed on rocks and bones scraped her lids a lash of love to cut the sullen tongue of her to bite the hard seed of her heart he dreamed… Continue reading

Poems, Syllabic

poem, poetry, Syllabic
January 4, 2004

at the reading

emaciated women writers and artists in size 4 flowing dresses lavishly embellished with lush flowers women who look like hungry boys bones honed sharp with intentional deprivation grown women gathered together to celebrate womanhood it would take any three of them to make one me my breasts alone would break their backs my hips could… Continue reading

Poems, Syllabic

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DISCLAIMERS:

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. I believe writing is thinking, and I prefer to do my own. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

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.

Syllabic

duet

at the reading