WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

erotic

July 4, 2004

Sunday Morning

Azaleas and snails are mating in the garden. Newsprint rubs its dark mark on the sheets. The remains of lobster and one pink shrimp curl together on a plate. I recently read that men and women are separate, symbiotic species, the males superfluous, parasitic. I want to ease your predacious appetite, dampen your unnecessary shoulder,… Continue reading

Concrete, Poems

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April 6, 2004

Sunday Morning

Erin has posted a very nice little erotic poem at Vivid, which reminded me of one of mine. I will follow her lead, and put mine behind a cut-away tag, so you can "skip it if that kind of thing bothers you." Continue reading

Poems, poetry

concrete poem, erotic, 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.

erotic

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning