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Idiolalia Poetry Collection Now Available!

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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 a finger- nail but today my heart is obsidian ,smooth as glass, and that precious, ancient, spongey wisdom of Redwood is far from my stony mind and anguished…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 its surrounds covetously; these trees hide much and forget little. Scotland's predominant tree strikes one as being various forms of straight, slim, tall, and proud, both youthful and…Read more Trees, UK

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 bolts of lightning, or anti- matter and matter colliding, disappearing and creating light that penetrates the soul; it’s a klicking akin to the language of dolphins, neither as…Read more language ii

Ancient

The wild tossing in the trees above me can be nothing but an ancient dance of pure joy; lady Wind is rushing through the scene, darting this way and that, invisible to everyone. But my heart joins in her feral laughter. She is slim, kinetic, pale, and graceful: breath- taking. Long, dark tresses flow as…Read more Ancient

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, dark-needled giants bow, scrape Earth, weighed down with the weight of my heart; white as snow. somewhere, a cardinal wreaks havoc.   c. Mary Kathryn Gough 11/9/05 11.53…Read more conservation of matter / energy

.: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:.

.Rest~

.rest ~ why is it that by night the world draws on garments of familiarity (comforting as an old and beloved blanket: a gentle guise devised of moonlit floors, leaves over- shadowing walls with quiet motions and nurturing instinct, nursing over- stimulated eyes with a simple cadence, simple cadence, cadence...). {darkness} the secret of the…Read more .Rest~

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 flat white knives into the tools i will use to stay alive when all the tears are gone. watching the weak, half-hearted tossings and turnings of a slow,…Read more Ministrations

Nature’s Marked

The tree outside my window is mottled with rot, its green and yellow leaves so lush and vibrant with life now show brittle, brownish black; Nature's marked suicidal, burning holes in her own beauty, wielding rays of sunlight like cigarettes and crying spent leaves like shivering tears dropping, dropping: {disappear} Winter's coming and she's no…Read more Nature’s Marked

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 come until my lazy lungs open and my body hums. I love it for the incomparable clarity of breath ~ [empty], and the tingle in my skin that…Read more Energy

Earth

a dusky-green hilltop at midnight, on my back in prickly grass, gasping for air, and wiping the sparkling sea out of my eyes i feel the evergreens sparsely gathered here by human hands are buffeted by the same inexplicable winds of indecipherable whisperings, the grass shivers in silvery expectation. there is a single star in…Read more Earth