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October 25, 2007

While Napping in Alaska on a Sunday in October [an old poem]

Winter crawls out of the woods and swallows the town. Shrews slip back to the woodpile. The road slides downhill. Black and white tiles embrace on the kitchen floor. Coffee thickens in the pot while lunch congeals on the plate. The planet turns through crowded space. Dust drifts under… Continue reading

Thursday Poetry

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September 21, 2006

Poetry Thursday

This week’s prompt: Give your authentic self a voice. Yesterday’s Snapshot Poem is in the voice of one of my authentic selves. Here’s another: at the reading emaciated women writers and artists in size 4 flowing dresses lavishly embellished with lush flowers women who look like hungry boys bones honed sharp with intentional deprivation… Continue reading

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March 12, 2004

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emaciated women writers and artists in size 4 flowing dresses lavishly embellished with lush flowers women who look like hungry boys bones honed sharp with intentional deprivation grown women gathered together to celebrate womanhood … Continue reading

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Artificial Intelligence

I do not use AI to write. For me, 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.

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While Napping in Alaska on a Sunday in October [an old poem]

Poetry Thursday

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