WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

memory

November 10, 2007

NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo

My NaBloPoMo post for today is at Abide: Memory…, an excerpt from my NaNoWriMo project. And a second guest post is up at Blogging Blog: Blogs as a medium for online literary magazines: lessons from qarrtsiluni, by Dave Bonta. This excellent essay explores the potential of both online literary magazines and blogging. Thank you so… Continue reading

NaBloPoMo ’07, NaNoWriMo ’07

abide, blogging blog, dave bonta, memory, NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo
November 10, 2007

Memory, NaNoWriMo, Illness…

Abide has been linked to by the CFIDS Association of America, and I am getting lots of new visitors. I feel I should offer you something of substance, but since I am doing both NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and, at Watermark, NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) I haven’t much energy to prepare a new,… Continue reading

Personal

“chronic fatigue”, CFIDS, CFS, fibromyalgia, illness, memory, NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo
June 9, 2004

Remember Me

Remember me, you said, engraving your image onto my skin. You taught me to carve myself into knives, to sharpen my edges against the ones I love. Remember me, you said, crawling into my belly like a stone. You rolled up behind my eyes so I see your face reflected in the faces of the… Continue reading

Poems

daughters, fathers, memory, poem, poetry, sons

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.

memory

NaBloPoMo, NaNoWriMo

Memory, NaNoWriMo, Illness…

Remember Me