WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

snow

February 18, 2006

How Cold Is It?

It’s so cold, the snow people are trying to burrow underground. Continue reading

Frivolity

cold, humor, snow, snowman, snowperson, winter
December 19, 2005

Snow

Ah, you are such a beautiful person! You are thepeaceful snow on a winter day. You would beconsidered a calm person that does not let muchbother you. You find joy in tranquility andbeauty. You are probably one of those peoplewho take in deep breaths before anger hits you.You have great traits about you, and you… Continue reading

Quizzes

quiz, snow
December 12, 2005

Winter Monday

A waft of garlic seeps into this sunroom from my neighbor’s kitchen. Chickadees and nuthatches flit up and down up and down from the limbs of the lilac tree. Sun spots dingy snow. The budgies watch from their cage without longing. Continue reading

Photos 2005, Snapshot Poems 2005

garden, photograph, poem, poetry, snow, winter
December 8, 2005

Winter & Writing

Against the disease of writing one must take special precautions, for it is a dangerous and a contagious disease. ~ Peter Abelard, in a letter to Heloise From PNWA Quote of the Day Continue reading

Photos 2005, Quotes

berries, photograph, quote, snow, winter, Writing
December 3, 2005

Feather & Snow

the people are blank papyrusupon which god writes her poems the people are poems of grace the poems are a blaze in the snow the snow grows higher & higher all the windows are covered there are winding paths to the doors but they are hidden under the snow the people are walking poems their… Continue reading

Photos 2005, Poems

feather, photograph, poem, snow

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.

snow

How Cold Is It?

Snow

Winter Monday

Winter & Writing

Feather & Snow