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



I am gluttonous for life and all things

/////// contrary to popular opinion,
never comes from something else
but always rather
///////// in some fundamental way
from nothing.

(hovering over the waters)

out of the emptiness
/////////////// comes potential
///// ——— realized,
////////////////// Now.

c. Kate Gough, 2015


I want to reclaim so many words from the INDUSTRIES of today:

Reverberate is a wild, wide, ecstatic word that could cover the
earth with waves of pressure all by itself! The sound of a gong
struck by Olympus-like gods — huge and soul-changing,
sweeping aside old leaves and leftovers
for something fresh and new,
stirring the heart to savor empty space,
the wide open(ing) stillness after

its many

so that its waters are clear
for whatever comes ) next.

c. Kate Gough