WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

poem

April 26, 2014

Poem-A-Day #22

cold morning sky these old bones tulips in snow Continue reading

NaPoWriMo, Poem-a-Day, Poems

NaPoWriMo, PAD, poem, Poem-a-Day, poetry, Poetry Month
April 23, 2014

Poem-A-Day #21: back to basics

light comes up in the east drowsy, i turn in my bed drea . . . !CAT ATTACK! ********* OK, maybe not. This one? spring squirrel autumn-colored squirrel digging at the bird feeder if i see you clearly will i remember? Continue reading

Critters, NaPoWriMo, Poem-a-Day, Poems

NaPoWriMo, PAD, poem, Poem-a-Day, poetry, Poetry Month
April 21, 2014

Poem-A-Day #20: Sunday Evening

Sunday Evening Beau-Cat Boy-Cat Bad-Cat is on the counter again, watching goddaughter cook. Mariah laughs at my protest and sets an emptied can by his greedy nose. I turn on the grill. She steps over the puppy as she passes from sink to stove. In the next room, Belle-the-Cat… Continue reading

Digital Collage / Scrapbook / Art Journal, NaPoWriMo, Poem-a-Day, Poems

Art, collage, digi, digital, NaPoWriMo, PAD, poem, Poem-a-Day, poetry, Poetry Month
April 20, 2014

Poem-A-Day #19: Blue

You go early to your nap this blue spring day, head bent, tulip in the rain. Even blue the sky spits, drizzles. Even blue, you dream. Continue reading

NaPoWriMo, Poem-a-Day, Poems

NaPoWriMo, PAD, poem, Poem-a-Day, poetry, Poetry Month
April 19, 2014

Poem-A-Day #18: weather

weather you wake to the slap of rain on glass some god throwing stones of water at your window wake up! wake up! a brilliant flash erases the sky for a moment nothing but light & you begin the count one- thousand-one-one- thousand-two-one- thousand-three and before four the… Continue reading

NaPoWriMo, Poem-a-Day, Poems

Art, collage, digi, digital, NaPoWriMo, PAD, poem, Poem-a-Day, poetry, Poetry Month, weather

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.

poem

Poem-A-Day #22

Poem-A-Day #21: back to basics

Poem-A-Day #20: Sunday Evening

Poem-A-Day #19: Blue

Poem-A-Day #18: weather