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    F.lush

    First flush of Spring //// green blooms in the arms of the trees en masse, a cloud of //// minty fresh /////////////// newness — Life wakes one…… Read more “F.lush”

    August 23, 2017December 17, 2017 by Kate Gough

    language ii

    the trees are speaking a new language today. a tongue i’ve never heard. it’s white and brilliant, sparkling in the wind with infectious energy; a million tiny…… Read more “language ii”

    December 14, 2011December 16, 2017 by Kate Gough

    conservation of matter / energy

    woke this morning, lifted salty eyes to a small window frosted with chill. condensed upon the pane: night’s dew from my cheeks and shining eyes, transformed. outside,…… Read more “conservation of matter / energy”

    December 5, 2011December 16, 2017 by Kate Gough

    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”

    November 16, 2011December 16, 2017 by Kate Gough

    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”

    November 14, 2011February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

    Energy

    my favorite time of year is Autumn — not for the leaves{undulating flames} but for the Air: electric,crackling with the negative charge of storms to comeuntil my…… Read more “Energy”

    November 3, 2011February 1, 2021 by Kate Gough

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    n. (id-ee-oh-LAY-lee-uh) – use of a private or invented language.

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    n. (ull-trah-crepp-ih-DARE-ee-un) – an ignorant or presumptuous critic; one who gives opinions beyond his knowledge.

    (L. phrase ultra crepidam, “beyond the sole,” reply of Greek painter Apelles to a cobbler.)

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