I’m still in this place. Sometimes it seems I never leave.
*
Gallery, 2014
Imagine, if you will
a gallery piece
installed,
a row of plants at progressing
stages of growth, lined up in
pots and flash-frozen in time, breathing cold puffs,
crystalline
almost synthetic.
Imagine also
the moment the exhibit
starts
to disintegrate, freeing
gouged and frozen cells one by
one by one by
one in
unwilling surrender to Death
nutrient-free, famished, value
less.
Imagine, if you will
our lives, taken
out of sine, cosine, curve:
motion
less.
~ KG
*
Oh! to make art, scintellant
polished, lustrous a:blaze.
Nothing could satisfy more, could
matter more
deeply
than the warmth of those flames,
the flight of those wings, warped and
fresh from the cocoon.
This artless cry is all I can muster
today.
~ Kate Gough
you could be
heckler harpy or feind;
i may lie derelict here but i
draw the open sea
to me.
~ Kate Gough, March 2015
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 am so often ill, and the
world so often
upside
down.
c. Kate Gough
occidental afterthought
opening unexpected
tw!sts; a slight quirk
of hand speAks
Volumes for
ever
~ Kate Gough
.pearls
c. Mary Kathryn Gough
