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: poetry~
Rain
c. Mary Kathryn Gough
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”
Beauty
It’s pouring in clear sheets outside in the dark, and the trees’ branches are like many arms in a wild dance with the wind… The sound of…… Read more “Beauty”
: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:”
The Night House. . .
Every day the body works in the fields of the world mending a stone wall or swinging a sickle through the tall grass— the grass of civics,…… Read more “The Night House. . .”
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…… Read more “fragment:Crypt”
my ink_
i. my ink Grows greenly in the deep blue Sea of (V a s t, this)night, sending roots down deep, tendrils up and out — a r…… Read more “my ink_”
.:wreck:.
c. Mary Kathryn Gough
.pearls
mint makes merry in the mouths of maids with emerald-embered eyes and marigold hair. “make it mine,” she said. he did. “make this Orb my Oyster and…… Read more “.pearls”
Old Work —
It seems I am doing an awful amount of catch-up. Not only for when I freeze blogging, but also for all the years I was too frightened…… Read more “Old Work —”
.:Nereid:.
.:Nereid:. (Rhode, long lost, reaches open Ocean) rocks, roaring on the rough-beaten coast and i, atop the highest possible point — gazing down. a low, roiling roll…… Read more “.:Nereid:.”
against another rain
these rains are soft and searching, long and lurching with the need that scrabbles deepwithin my chest for a toe-hold: one small crack in which to place…… Read more “against another rain”
Trees, UK
England’s predominant tree seems to be ancient, lone, and singlularly knotted, with boils and rough bark, straight and tall and massive, its numerous small scrabbly branches clutching…… Read more “Trees, UK”
_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_”
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 – – –…… Read more “Active”
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”
Body
. how could i love the sea, its change, its flow, its crash and lash, the way it meets the sky and dances beneath boats, uplifting if…… Read more “Body”
Idiolalia 