WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

fall

October 31, 2005

Mountain Ash

Continue reading

garden, Photos 2005

autumn, autumn color, berries, fall, leaves, Mountain Ash, photograph, red, tree
October 10, 2005

Autumn [an old poem]

The roses begin to fade and I consider closing the windows at night but choose blankets instead. I dream that an old friend has taken to drink again, and the pain of it blooms in the dark cavern of my chest, a deep- red lily, a beautiful wound. Berries ripen on the bushes. Uncountable birds.… Continue reading

Poems

autumn, fall, 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.

fall

Mountain Ash

Autumn [an old poem]