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 awkwardnesses, won't afford them the space, award them the effort, free them for flight -- the gut-dropping, nose-first dive I know it will inevitably be. I cannot write…Read more Today

vapour

again and again overwhelmed by tears that do not come heating my face, burning my eyes, stoppering my throat like a cork in a bottle the possible and the real take a back seat to everything that is not the darkness i feel, like my soul evaporating within c. Kate Gough, 17.11.2017

conservation of matter / energy

woke this morning, lifted salty eyes to a small window frosted with chill. condensed upon the pane: night's dew from my cheeks and shining eyes, transformed. outside, dark-needled giants bow, scrape Earth, weighed down with the weight of my heart; white as snow. somewhere, a cardinal wreaks havoc.   c. Mary Kathryn Gough 11/9/05 11.53…Read more conservation of matter / energy

Matter.

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.