Thank you, Dr. Seuss for speaking for the Truffula trees for the brown-bar-ba-loots, the swomee-swans, and the humming- fish — and all those whose blood in some…… Read more “Thank You, Dr. Seuss”
Author: Kate Gough
creative, quirky, quiet, fun, inquisitive. idiolalia. blue-green. mythopoeic. growing. in love with and married to tim gough, youth minister.
love to create and learn and create again. artistic. awkward. strange. humorous (at, not with). hopeful. hm. i lived in london for a few years... love camden town. essentially, i write. and think. and make mixed media messes :)
An Ode to Books
Dearest People, Books are brains, inside-out. Books are impossible, archaic, odd, and easy to dismiss – but only if unread. When read, books show us everything that…… Read more “An Ode to Books”
Flow, Earth
We haven’t room to simply let down our hair and full-Being flow anymore (. . . did we ever? We try at clubs, through music laughter and…… Read more “Flow, Earth”
Connection and Peace.
We come with no knowledge to this place and share nothing with each other of the essential key that grows inside us like a living being, limned…… Read more “Connection and Peace.”
i dream of rosehip tea.
it was months ago when i picked rosehips along my path home by the sea, slipping each one like a little gold nugget into the pockets of…… Read more “i dream of rosehip tea.”
…That Thing with Wings
Autumn breathes on my face from afar — so fresh! — stirring every unique nerve ending to sudden, electric life. As if my mother’s cool hand rested…… Read more “…That Thing with Wings”
Capital
you reach out a hand to pull sky down the stars, yes the heavens themselves are but bread to you, so break it, break it all upon…… Read more “Capital”
Realism.s
My own particular brand of bleak is firm, and unambiguous enough to recognise our dark as a basic truth: the world-rending fire of the human soul is…… Read more “Realism.s”
Potent.ial
at the end of days all days, including today, I am terrified of tomorrow, as if every sleep is a death, a dreamless, black hole that will…… Read more “Potent.ial”
work
A poet’s work is no respector of designations like quantity, or achievement, or target, start, and finish. We dance to the beat of our own loves, our…… Read more “work”
Poet (dried).
This is trench warfare. As bloody useless and harrowing as. No one really gains ground. No one really wins. Even waiting or withholding takesone to the grave,…… Read more “Poet (dried).”
magic at lunch
… and *such* stillness! as my blood sped up, so did the rest of me I suppose. I felt time spread out in front of me again,…… Read more “magic at lunch”
Levertov / Dust
A Gift --- Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the… Read more "Levertov / Dust"
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^folk, (o)=e
excerpt from my journal: ——————— “I think there’s really something magical about folk music. I’m sitting in Connemara in a pub and there’s these 3 guys just…… Read more “^folk, (o)=e”
Hilariously Flippant Lecture Quotes !!!
Sometimes looking back at your class notes from University is really enlightening… other times… it goes like this: “don’t blame Catherine, Henry…we’ll get you some fertility counselling”…… Read more “Hilariously Flippant Lecture Quotes !!!”
Today
I cannot write. Cannot write, cannot write cannotwritecannotwrite. There is nothing to say, it’s all been read,saidanddone. I cannot write right: my idealism won’t countenance these mongrel…… Read more “Today”
contact.
stars spark in the blackened deep: fingertips of the gods (carefully holding in bright hands a ravaged planet, burnt flowers drifting down from each. point. of. contact.
Local Photography on Canvas
Merry Christmas Everybody!!! I’m excited to announce that a selection of my local photography has been accepted for sale at the tourist centre in Llandudno, North Wales!…… Read more “Local Photography on Canvas”
