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”
The world gets into our pores and writes on us lines with the clay of earth, warmth of sun bite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy…… Read more “Pores”
sooty secrets buried in black: bleak as beak. --- windswept wood, wild sweet orange, swan's neck swoops. --- carefully curated, beautiful mind hovers over clear blue sky,… Read more "Narkissos"
I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied…… Read more “The Ever-Processing Machine”
c. Kate Gough
To possess or be possessed by one’s own identity? * The self, the anti-self in dire embrace. * Instead of embracing God, he hugs himself. ~ Theodore…… Read more “Roethke, from ‘The Middle of a Roaring World’”
"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"
Wrinkles sagging with weariness, Gretel June seated her crooked torso on the last clear surface in the house: a padded footstool. The world swam in complete and terrifying circles around her, and closing her eyes only made it worse. She felt a lump in her throat that had nothing whatsoever to do with her heart, and much more to do with her stomach. Everything swirled so fast!
Ancient, knotted hands cupped a steaming mug of hot liquid, which she blew on periodically, but never sipped…
-- "Faith is not being sure. It is not being sure, but betting with your last cent... Faith is not a series of gilt-edged propositions that you… Read more "A New Proposition"
c. Mary Kathryn Gough Instagram
Hello all 🙂 Thank you all so much for your support. Idiolalia is available straight from the printer now at 3 GBP or 5 USD each (or…… Read more “Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!”
“…And death itself began working backwards…” A tree grows up into the light, oxygen-laden air from out of the dark, decaying remains of its parent. Forest fires…… Read more “Memo # 8 ~ Deep River (Shusako Endo)”
Memo #5 ~ Simone Weil and Stringfellow The nature of Love is, enigmatically, found in perpetual Act, defined in the solitude granted within the oneness of intimacy,…… Read more “Memo #5”
Bent old woman, past all youth, her been- there- done- that — sufficient. “Can’t teach an old dog new tricks, you know”, I know, everyone agrees with…… Read more “Barren”
Solstice There is little snow on the ground when you begin your morning walk on this the shortest day of the year. This is the season of…… Read more “From For the Light”
this cool breeze reaches me through crAcked this window, freshly filled my lungs, with oxgyen-laden truths. my ears taste tiny drops of rain — so many millions…… Read more “:Scarred Sky Weeping:”
)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,…… Read more “Further Always”