Memo # 12

I have finally instituted a writing day for myself. Non-interpretive, uninterrupted. Awesome. There is a rose on my desk from Valentine's Day, I've eaten a delicious maple & pecan pastry, I've replaced the ink in my printer, and I'm armed with a belly-mug of tea. First, a meditation. My favourite thing this week is a…Read more Memo # 12

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 gathering cold, the fading memory of spring. Light flows slowly through the woods, a light you could harvest like grain or scoop into your astonished mouth the way…Read more From For the Light

fragment:Crypt

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

Active

the wet outside tamps down the dust in my soul, clearing my throat and freeing me to B R E A T H E – – – –            ~ more, more, moremoremore:givemeMOREec- static – set loose – whatcouldido today? Possibility and opening must be often (while not always) triggered by the physical. . .…Read more Active

Ideas/Dried Roses

Tragedy, do you understand? the Tragedy of ideas pinned up like roses on the corkboard of Reason -- concepts crucified, the souls contained within run out like life-blood, drained now, paperthin, these Words this Meaning which should have been able to encompass nations, reach out through universes, and embrace Truth are simply Roses -- dried,…Read more Ideas/Dried Roses

Fragile Feet Hold On

the day is finally peaceful enough for me to sit. Still. __________________ small birds cheep, tweet, warble, sing small songs & weave small loves of small things long gone), and in- between run darker, thicker threads on sounding-looms almost too low to hear, large as the shadows of moving maple leaves in the milky eyes…Read more Fragile Feet Hold On

.:snow on tree trunks:.

light laces, sharply curving-- splits, forks through dark trees lancing upward, lightning-like into inky blackness, numerical arms branching, breaking earth Open and arcing out into Air. soft vibrations in limb and forest floor raise the stately head of a stag: sudden Awareness. c. Mary Kathryn Gough 2/22/05 4.06 am edit: 9/12/05 1.44 pm edit: feb…Read more .:snow on tree trunks:.

Prop.erAs

prop.erAs I'll never be as proper as you, all trussed up in that slick silk tie and those laced and lacquered shoes, perky white collar (like leisure-to-go in place of sun glasses) fits your stiff and perfectly-aligned neck -- the one that's never been craned, keeping your eyes level, straight ahead and focused in at…Read more Prop.erAs

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