WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

fairy tale

June 1, 2004

Princess

A little girl up she grew in a valley bowl of sky; a Heidi in white snow with grandfather and goats. She slept beneath a cloud of milky stars and whirled into a Dorothy wind. Up & up she flew into the arms of dwarves, into a crystal crypt and a forest made of thorns.… Continue reading

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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.

fairy tale

Princess