WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

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April 14, 2004

Snapshot 14 April 02004

{click for larger view} one creamy daffodil scent of clematis goldfish spawning ~ rippling reflections on stone dozens of photos hoping for one perfect snapshot of this perfect day Continue reading

garden, Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

haiku, image, photograph, poem, small poem, squirrel
April 12, 2004

Mariah’s Shoes

The first barefoot day. Continue reading

garden, Noticed, Photos 2004

image, photograph, shoes, spring
April 5, 2004

Scatterings

I am still new enough at this to be startled when one of my own snapshots appears as I"m reading my Bloglines (thank you, Ryan.) I’m up half the night and asleep half the day. Here it is, Monday again, past noon again, and too much undone. Someone on the Web who is into… Continue reading

garden, Noticed, Photos 2004

image, meanderings, photograph
April 1, 2004

Goldfish

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Critters, garden

goldfish, image, photograph
March 29, 2004

Red Ball

This morning I saw a red motor boat circling on the river with three men, all wearing orange float jackets and red helmets. I conclude that they are working; how many grown men voluntarily wear float jackets and helmets, on a shallow river, on a fine spring day? They drop a red ball under the… Continue reading

Noticed, Photos 2004

ball, image, photograph, red, red ball

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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Snapshot 14 April 02004

Mariah’s Shoes

Scatterings

Goldfish

Red Ball