WATERMARK

a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

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

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January 18, 2005

Life & Death in the Garden

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Critters, garden

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January 6, 2005

Through the Winter Window

Today is the last day of Holidailies, and I’ve managed to post every day as promised — though the past few have been difficult. I have actually been spending time with people In Real Life, which is lovely, and exhausting. There is a whole list of posts I keep intending to get to, but not… Continue reading

Critters, garden

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December 30, 2004

The Garden This Morning

It’s warm enough to snow again, a soft sparkly snow. I find I have little to say these days. It’s not that I am preoccupied with the disaster — on the contrary, as 120,000 people die on the other side of the globe, my life goes on as usual. It is this, I think, that… Continue reading

Current Affairs, garden, Photos 2004

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December 8, 2004

Snapshot 08 December 02004

Winter is hazardous. The world around my house is a sheet of ice, scattered with thin, dry snow. Windows bloom with frost, birch branches bare on the other side. I stay indoors, still stiff and sore from a fall two days ago. The dogs beg for a walk; they will not have one. Yesterday, the… Continue reading

Snapshot Poems 2004

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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

Winter & Writing

Life & Death in the Garden

Through the Winter Window

The Garden This Morning

Snapshot 08 December 02004