Kathryn Gahl

Grief, begone

In Uncategorized on February 15, 2018 at 4:27 pm

No longer will you invade my path
steamroll my nights or
slash an afternoon delight

How many suns did I let you
set too early
screw up the clock and leave me

Weary, on watch for your next stab
at my heart
sick of being a pincushion

And now, firing up
a powerhouse of electrical charges
fierce as the flowers

A lonely blaze it is in and out the chambers
of memory, up and down valleys of my skull
where I learn to see in the dark

Smash monsters, squash your constant
nagging–whatever it is you want with my life,
you can’t have it.
Fierce as a flower




In Uncategorized on June 18, 2017 at 8:15 pm

          into the congress of evening
comes birdsong and windsong,
that assured stripe of light


In Humor, Trumpglish on February 22, 2017 at 1:29 pm

I inherited a mess.
I fought for this.
I won, by golly, big time.

I  inherited a mess.
I am not sorry about this.
I never say I’m sorry.

I inherited a mess.
I have known inheritance before.
And this one has a great ROI.

I inherited a mess.
I am the only one this ever happened to.
Because I am The One And Only.