WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

sunset

March 9, 2005

Snapshot 09 March 02005

There are dreams but I sleep past them. I wake in sun and pain. Joe is dying and I ignore it. I bury myself in books and other distractions; in television and other detachments.My head is encased in foam. It floats Continue reading

Photos 2005, Snapshot Poems 2005

grief, poem, poetry, sunset

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.

sunset

Snapshot 09 March 02005