WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

winter solstice

December 21, 2006

Winter Solstice It was dark and cold and Grandmother said let’s make a picnic, we’ll hang the beaded sun on the ceiling, have lunch from a willow basket. She laid out great-grandmother’s quilt, orange and yellow and blue, a homespun lawn on the carpet, and I in my nightgown and she in her lavender… Continue reading

Holidailies, Poems

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December 21, 2005

Winter Solstice

two long nights one short day the buddha smiles [This charming buddha, sitting in the light, was made by Bill Walker. If you are interested in his work, he can be reached at flutio21 AT yahoo DOT com] Continue reading

Art, Current Affairs, small poems

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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.

winter solstice

Winter Solstice