.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…… Read more “.Rest~”
Tag: writing
Matter.
don’t feel like turning myself on my head just to look at the world with new eyes. to see it all through glass or crystal, doesn’t matter.…… Read more “Matter.”
Wings IV
i. wings, great w i d e silverswimming wings overhead drew a single shadow on the ground, in my heart of hearts. darker than the pupils of…… Read more “Wings IV”
Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man
1Art, Culture, and the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man; The Universal Applicability of Living in Truth and Accepting Responsibility as Destiny The essence of the conflict…is not…… Read more “Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man”
Jane Eyre
this might need a wee bit of editing, but here is the main for the moment. A Historical Reading of Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre Charlotte Bronte’s crisp…… Read more “Jane Eyre”
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Photoshop. c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2002
Spice
spots, sprinkles and splashes of spice, yellowish, soft-oranges, red — Thai spice amid the Evergreen. c. Mary Kathryn Gough October 2005, 3 pm Oregon Photo by Aaron…… Read more “Spice”
Liquid Language
two o’clock in the morning, dull and grey outside with the soft sound of (hundreds of thousands of) millions of raindrops springing out of the air and…… Read more “Liquid Language”
Red.
~Free-Write Response to Toni Morrison’s Beloved~ Red. The Hated. Manifestation of Desire. Passion which pulls so many into its pool: helpless, raging, drowning, dying. . . Rememory…… Read more “Red.”
Poetry, by Pablo Neruda
One of my favorite poems of all time. It just dances with me and moves right somehow… it expressed -me- and showed me with such perfect and…… Read more “Poetry, by Pablo Neruda”
White Stag
a poem for yesterday also. straight from a squashed little spot in my notebook 🙂 one has to pursue a poem in orderto capture it: as with…… Read more “White Stag”
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”
To Still the Striving
even the lilies of the field have growth pains– bursts of desire: the touch of sunlight the nearness of neighbor the feel of…… Read more “To Still the Striving”
widgets & gadgets & gore
I don’t have my mind very sensical yet — still trying to figure out all the widgets and gadgets and gore — but here’s something to chew…… Read more “widgets & gadgets & gore”
Idiolalia 