WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

goldfish

May 17, 2006

Snapshot 17 May 02006

REVISED Thursday 18 May: In dreams I swimthrough crowded pools. I am infinitely malleable and invisible; transparent as this light, fallingon the paving stones. A scarred and scrawny squirrel scolds mefrom the lilac tree. Why? What have I done, or left undone, that has offended you? The feeder is full, water pours from the fountain.… Continue reading

Photos 2006, Snapshot Poems 2006

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January 23, 2006

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before you came back i didn’t miss you UPDATE 24 January: We seem to have begun a new poem dance. I’m bringing up the ones in comments; if you’d like to contribute (please do!) just add yours in comments and I’ll bring it up, too. Until I saw and heard, I didn’t know I understood.… Continue reading

Photos 2006, Poem Dancing, small poems

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April 23, 2005

Goldfish Pond in Spring

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Photos 2005

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April 1, 2004

Goldfish

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Critters, garden

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March 3, 2004

The Goldfish Are Awake!

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Critters

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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.

goldfish

Snapshot 17 May 02006

small poem

Goldfish Pond in Spring

Goldfish

The Goldfish Are Awake!