WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

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October 31, 2005

Mountain Ash

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garden, Photos 2005

autumn, autumn color, berries, fall, leaves, Mountain Ash, photograph, red, tree
November 22, 2004

Red

in the copper urn in the beaded purse in the maple, the cherry turning in the african belt in the bentwood box in the goldfish swimming the chilling pond in the persian rug in the porcelain bowl in the photo of judd dancing with scarecrows in the hopi drum… Continue reading

garden, Photos 2004, Poems

berries, Mountain Ash, photograph, poem, red
June 7, 2004

Red

in the copper urn in the beaded purse in the maple, the cherry turning in the african belt in the bentwood box in the goldfish swimming the chilling pond in the persian rug in the porcelain bowl in the photo of judd dancing with scarecrows in the hopi drum… Continue reading

Poems

autumn, poem, poetry, red
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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Mountain Ash

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Red Ball