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”
Tag: life
From For the Light
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”
:Scarred Sky Weeping:
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:”
Continental Assignment 1
[response to a selection of handouts on Continental Philosophy] c. Mary Kathryn Gough (maiden: Huffman), 2003(?) It seems to me that the ‘reorientation of philosophy in this…… Read more “Continental Assignment 1”
_willingly_bound_
there really is a magic in — a lifting out of — oneself that occurs in any human relationship: the complicated weave of displacement, replacement and implacement,…… Read more “_willingly_bound_”
theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —
(Or Tolerance, in the common tongue) No one can be commended any longer for instilling values in others – least of all the young and impressionable. We…… Read more “theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —”
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,…… Read more “Further Always”
Night *
Elie Wiesel and Theodicy A reflection paper turned in to Professor Thompson By Kate Huffman (Mary Kathryn Gough) / REL 131 4/12/04 This paper will respond to…… Read more “Night *”
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…… Read more “cummings on love”
“let them eat cake”
eat cake and live, brother; your hands are but a sky of holes. c. Mary Kathryn Gough, april 27 2004
Ancestors
This was a fridge magnet poem – the first I ever worked hard to keep. I likes it! 😉 Anyway. Tried to keep all the spacings…… Read more “Ancestors”
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.…… Read more “Matter.”
Wings IV
i. wings, great w i d e silverswimming wings overhead drew a single shadow on the ground, in my heart of hearts. darker than the pupils of…… Read more “Wings IV”
Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man
1Art, Culture, and the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man; The Universal Applicability of Living in Truth and Accepting Responsibility as Destiny The essence of the conflict…is not…… Read more “Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man”
Ministrations
‘Ministrations’ ~ a winter window weakly thrashing, bony limbs glisten under the ministrations of a light which provides no heat. frozen rain falls steadily bitter weeping melting…… Read more “Ministrations”
Nature’s Marked
The tree outside my windowis mottled with rot, its green and yellowleaves so lush andvibrant with life now showbrittle, brownish black; Nature’s markedsuicidal, burning holes in her…… Read more “Nature’s Marked”
Poetry, by Pablo Neruda
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…… Read more “Poetry, by Pablo Neruda”
To Still the Striving
even the lilies of the field have growth pains– bursts of desire: the touch of sunlight the nearness of neighbor the feel of…… Read more “To Still the Striving”
Idiolalia 