the letters after your name  are irrelevant your documents  are incomplete the street signs  disagree with one another

The web has never known what to do with a poem. Lineate settles it: true lines, stanzas, indents, and gaps, on every screen. Built by a poet.

Three of my closest friends died in the past few years. My brother and my best friend years before. Others have been lost to other causes, some still mysterious. I knew this happens with age. I could ...

IT COULD BE WORSE. Digital collage by sb in 02014. Credits at flickr. We have encountered a bit of an obstacle, the kind that line up on the road of aging. And as we often do on that road, we keep goi...

A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere.

Today is Sue's memorial, and I am not there in body, but I and her many many cats and dogs and horses are there in spirit.

Today was our sixth wedding anniversary. We spent the morning, into the afternoon, in the emergency room.

I am aware that being transparent about my conversations with Claude might result in losing readers. Even losing friends. I have wondered about that at times. But Watermark has always been a place of ...

Was Hank’s mistake using AI at all? Or was it his totally-in-character honest personal disclosure about it? Does either earn the sort of hot-tempered attacks he is enduring? I say no.

The Guardian recently published an interesting article on the embodied life, by Melanie Challenger: . . . I am unlikely to live to know the answers, but the mysteries continue to draw me.

A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere, including Substack.

I dream: Three monks are to be ordained.

One of the cats has killed Matilda.

Jane Hirshfield: Buddhism in Seven Words. Digital collage by sb. Full credits @ flickr. Someone has been searching for Contact on Watermark. My oversight! So I have made a Contact Page, linked above i...

. . . a symphony throwing its joy over the city. A herd of wild horses. . . .

. . . Day after night after day deadly heat. We suffer our own detritus. It beads up on our skin. . . .

. . . that story does not make sense. Babies can “report their experience” and they do. They do so loudly. Persuasively. The “medical establishment” apparently managed to ignore the screams. How? Were...

Veteran journalist Katie Couric revealed that she had a bout of transient global amnesia, a rare but temporary condition that suddenly robs people of nearly all memories even while they maintain self-...

I’ve always liked men. I often like aggressive, intelligent, talented men. They’ve often liked me. There were many of those in the groups I ran. I like Platner.

A personal selection of posts from around the Anglophone blogosphere.

Today we celebrate 250 years of the United State of America, a Celebration of Life at the funeral. Family & friends gather to honor and remember, to share the funny/sad stories, to create a meaningful...

... Check out that LINKS page. You will see my problem, and that page isn’t even done yet. I have more pages I follow that have not been added. I will be doing that over the next few weeks. Adding, or...

i slept through strawberry moon / the roses have let go / the garden is buried in petals

He is not beautiful. Aren’t all cats beautiful? Not this one. He has a funny face. Big flat nose. Eyes that always seem to need cleaning. Giant paws with rarely retracted claws. He has a lot to say.

. . . I think we have, in fact, literally gone crazy. We have developed a world-wide mental illness. By pretending that what is happening, is not, we make ourselves crazy. We live in unreality. We end...

. . . I was in my twenties when I realized that I, too, dressed in drag. Let me be clear, I was fine being female, never wanted to be a boy, was not even a tomboy. Though I did covet some of the boy p...

Picture Perfect Beau, August 02020. Digital collage by sb. Full credits at flickr.

The day after the colonoscopy / I open the blinds to rain and roses. / The room was well-aired-out / yesterday. So was I. /

It’s been several weeks now that I’ve been reading and watching videos about AI, trying to educate myself. I have no computer science education, so much of this is over my head. Which is ok, as I am m...

He uses his post-post-modern perspective to deconstruct the new aesthetic. It’s no longer about gender; it’s about synapses. Her emotions are binary, randomly generated. He lights her heart afire with...

. . . I’ve been a voracious reader of science fiction since I was a child, so I’m familiar with most of the dramatic imaginings of what artificial intelligence (AI) might be like. The real thing, so f...

Unlike J.D. Vance, I have no particular opinion about UFO’s. And I don’t believe AI’s are demons. It got your attention, though, didn’t it? Two incidents from my childhood have been nagging at me l…