WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

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March 27, 2006

The Artist’s Way ~ Week 11: Recovering a Sense of Autonomy

Well. Hmmm. I’ve done almost none of the tasks (except, of course, the morning pages) but I did get myself some flowers, and I’m doing gentle yoga almost daily with my visiting friend, who happens to be a yoga instructor. And I’ve managed a photo every day for the 30DayPhoto Challenge. OK, I confess —… Continue reading

Poems, The Artist’s Way

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January 15, 2006

The Artist’s Way ~ Week 1: Recovering a Sense of Safety

I began this a bit late, but will count this as the end of the first week [Recovering a Sense of Safety] of doing The Artist’s Way. I’m tired. This was a cold, gray day, after a long and restless night. There was some brightness, a few blue sky patches and new snow on the… Continue reading

The Artist’s Way

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July 9, 2005

The Making of Eve

Horses were involved, noquestion. And leopards, yes. Foxgloves droppedtheir blossoms and roses opened their hearts in blueair. Geysers pushed up from stone while StrawberryMoon rounded, and blushed. How the dogs bayed! Eachlily curved its creamy petals. The forest sharpened its teethwith fire. Oh, the hiss of serpents, the sad moan of the sea. Shebloomed from… Continue reading

Photos 2005, Poems

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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.

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The Artist’s Way ~ Week 11: Recovering a Sense of Autonomy

The Artist’s Way ~ Week 1: Recovering a Sense of Safety

The Making of Eve