Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.… Read more "A New Sun Rises"
c. Kate Gough, 2005
you could be heckler harpy or feind; i may lie derelict here but i draw the open sea to me. ~ Kate Gough, March 2015
"See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all day he fears, not being immortal or divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of… Read more "Thoreau on the (Hu)man"
I treat my stories like a bad case of the hiccups, swallowing, swallowing, holding my breath ( ) swallowing, changing position, swallowing… Perhaps this is why I…… Read more “Hiccup”
a dusky-green hilltop at midnight, on my back in prickly grass, gasping for air, and wiping the sparkling sea out of my eyes i feel the evergreens…… Read more “Earth”