WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

photographs

December 30, 2004

The Garden This Morning

It’s warm enough to snow again, a soft sparkly snow. I find I have little to say these days. It’s not that I am preoccupied with the disaster — on the contrary, as 120,000 people die on the other side of the globe, my life goes on as usual. It is this, I think, that… Continue reading

Current Affairs, garden, Photos 2004

garden, photographs, snow, tsunami, winter
November 28, 2004

Carnival of the Cats #36 – A Kittie Feast

Joining us at the table today: Amanda sends Friday cat blogging Lisa sends Keeping Siofra Warm Zozo sends EnNui KaTz Jack sends You Could Learn A Lot From Boo Lesley sends Friday Cat Blogging (a Jane & Emma debut!) Sarah sends Minerva went for a spin…; more bebe blogging; ok, so maybe she’s just creepy… Continue reading

Friday Cat Blogging 2

Carnival of the Cats, cats, photographs, Thanksgiving
May 18, 2004

Leap

Photo by Abigail Robinson From Whiskey River: "Life goes on. No mountain peak impales the sun. If you come to a break in your path, leap across." – Han Shan Continue reading

Quotes, Spirit

photographs, quote, tulip
April 27, 2004

When Words Fail

From Wilson Hsu; Culture Kitchen; and The Memory Hole. Continue reading

Current Affairs

death, image, photographs, war
April 1, 2004

A Thousand Words . . .

From Sensitive Light, a link to: . . . very touching pictures taken by Wilson Hsu. The text is in Chinese, but you won’t need any words, no metaphors, and no symbolism. Emily Dickinson said "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry." These… Continue reading

Critters, Current Affairs

birds, images, photographs

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.

photographs

The Garden This Morning

Carnival of the Cats #36 – A Kittie Feast

Leap

When Words Fail

A Thousand Words . . .