WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

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January 23, 2006

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before you came back i didn’t miss you UPDATE 24 January: We seem to have begun a new poem dance. I’m bringing up the ones in comments; if you’d like to contribute (please do!) just add yours in comments and I’ll bring it up, too. Until I saw and heard, I didn’t know I understood.… Continue reading

Photos 2006, Poem Dancing, small poems

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April 24, 2004

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April 21, 2004

Snapshot 21 April 02004

night rain brings this green day thick with mist wet scents crows harvesting the lawn pear blossoms fog ribboning mountains ornamental rain drops cling to spring branches darkness again white blooms glow in this quiet night garden oh how i miss you Continue reading

Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

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April 14, 2004

Snapshot 14 April 02004

{click for larger view} one creamy daffodil scent of clematis goldfish spawning ~ rippling reflections on stone dozens of photos hoping for one perfect snapshot of this perfect day Continue reading

garden, Photos 2004, Snapshot Poems 2004

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April 10, 2004

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doves in the dead spruce Continue reading

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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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Snapshot 14 April 02004

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