WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

richard brogan

June 10, 2004

Richard and Judd

Today, at the market, a middle-aged couple, squeezing tomatoes. They remind me of you, one gaunt, grey, with sharp cheekbones; the other large and reddish. I remember you exiting the plane at the Missoula airport, both in huge fur coats, New York queers and proud of it. Christmas, and you two glittered and grinned brighter… Continue reading

Poems

death, grief, Judd Polivka, loss, poem, poetry, richard brogan, syllabic
January 16, 2004

Brother Gull

It is an ordinary death for its time, family in a clot around the high, white bed, gull at the window. The man on the bed sticks and twigs, remnants of pain. He opens his hand, lets mine go. The gull lifts from the sill into the solid wall of sky. Continue reading

Poems

brother, death, dick brogan, grief, poem, poetry, richard brogan

DISCLAIMERS:

Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. I believe writing is thinking, and I prefer to do my own. If/when I post anything here that I suspect or know to be AI generated, I will tell you.

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.

richard brogan

Richard and Judd

Brother Gull