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
winter
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
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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
