Tuesday, February 21, 2006 Crypt ~ Marykathryn ~ 2.14.06 Valentine's Day. Indeed. Don't know what to say about that. I want to write about St. Paul's Cathedral and the feeling I get when Walking on the Dead. walking here i would that i could float; rectangles of heavy stone laid against one another and mortared…Read more fragment:Crypt

Old Work —

It seems I am doing an awful amount of catch-up. Not only for when I freeze blogging, but also for all the years I was too frightened to put anything online. Because all my work is like a labyrinth of my mind, puzzle pieces for me to build with and ponder and plant for periods…Read more Old Work —

Further Always

)i've a notion tonight that there's a further way to live than i do, and that it is far from impossible to live. i've always believed so, but this feeling tonight is like rubber on the road, like violets peeking out of soil, like music from strings of gut -- organic and all contact --…Read more Further Always


Between the material world and the world of feeling there must be a border -- on one side, the person grieves and the cells of the body grieve also; the molecules also; the atoms. Of this there are many proofs. On the other, the iron will of the earth goes on. The torture -- broken…Read more Between

cummings on love

this is one of my favorite poems about love. there are more, but this one always comes to mind, and it makes me happy. last thursday was our wedding anniversary, and it has been a beautiful and cherishing one, so i wanted to dedicate this post to tim. 🙂 all my heart & love to…Read more cummings on love

Happy New Year Everyone!

I'm back. 2 really good quotes for everyone: When the ancients said that the solitary was likely to be either a god or a beast, they meant that he would either achieve a rare intellectual and spiritual independence or sink into a more brutish and complete dependence. {Thomas Merton} And even those who are neither…Read more Happy New Year Everyone!


It's 10.30 pm Dec 22nd and I've settled down to a stream-of-consciousness year's-reaching-its-conclusion type assessment. . . If there's one thing I know about this year, it's that I failed to send my work out to publishers AGAIN. That would make this the 14th year in a row I have let myself down this way.…Read more Stream

In Late November…

It is late November (yet again) and I have come across a beautiful lil' post by C.B. Wentworth on gratitude. Suddenly filled with Thanksgiving, even here in Wales where no one thinks this is a time for Turkey (and what is this cranberry sauce business anyway?), I am returning to my roots. 31 Things I…Read more In Late November…


don't feel like turning myself on my head just to look at the world with new eyes. to see it all through glass or crystal, doesn't matter. burning lava or glowing rubies set in silver -- my heart is blank and empty because everything is(n't) good just the way it is(n't) and that's the way…Read more Matter.

Snapshot of Another

One of my favorite poems of all time. It just dances with me and moves right somehow... it expressed -me- and showed me with such perfect and powerful grace that what I do (my passion) is not powerless, and I am not alone. I've had kindred spirits all my life... (!) *glee* ~ Kate Poetry,…Read more Snapshot of Another