Kathryn Gahl

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In Postcard Poem on March 12, 2012 at 4:02 pm


on this foggy morning
my heart is working
its way back to you

my mind along for the ride
fingers of fog all around
when I could use a clap of thunder

a driving rain to clear the air
let us start over
somewhere in this fog

I see holy
what I mean to say
is fearlessness, probably

Photo by Owen


Little Boy

In Postcard Poem on March 8, 2012 at 7:02 pm


will open his eyes
and see through
any guise

Photo by Owen

By Definition: Two

In Postcard Poem on March 8, 2012 at 12:58 am

ice cream cone
takes a licking
keeps on ticking

distills effort
a decimal point

right brain
goes fishing
imaginary pole

wishes to rise
and kiss ass

faces off
with the devil

Photo by Owen

By Definition: One

In Postcard Poem on March 6, 2012 at 5:50 pm

take a point-of-view
change it

makes a man
than he already is

sees the world
nit-picking ease

can do a
without cracking

can be found in aisle nine
at Walmart
unless they moved it

Photo by Owen

Trains, How I Loved You

In Kathryn, Postcard Poem on February 27, 2012 at 3:06 am

I cross those tracks on
the old gravel road
imagining box cars of hobos
passenger cars carrying faces of party dolls
kids with suckers
grandmothers with train cases
salesmen, students, and soldiers.

The headstrong engine tugs and pulls
picking up steam
until I am the caboose
growing smaller down the long track

a dot
on the horizon of a lifetime

-by Kathryn Gahl


In Postcard Poem on February 24, 2012 at 6:31 pm

new hand-breaded chicken
tenders and wrappers
barbecued pork melt
cheesy popcorn
Chicago-style hot dogs
and caramel chew ice cream

push and slam in the mosh pit
while those free-flowing cousins
named glucose fructose and sucrose
crowd-surf and flail

causing riot police to be called in

to quell yet another
disturbance of
gastroesophageal reflux

-PostCardPoem by Kathryn Gahl

Photo by Owen Zylstra

Thoughts On A Country Walk

In Kathryn, Postcard Poem on February 23, 2012 at 3:48 pm

and me having the mind
that I have

thought you said
what I wanted to hear

thought you thought
what I thought

about philosophy
and cognitive psychology

you being cognizant
of my mind

and me of yours
having a mind of its own

A Measure of Hip Sophistication

In Kathryn, Postcard Poem on February 22, 2012 at 6:05 pm

the girl with the single-strap
black dress tight in the right
places wears gold loops and sky-high heels
black and backless ones, open-toed, strapless

when she approaches the dance floor
tottering toward a measure of taking him

for he is tall and thin and glad
a reed in a hot clarinet
a rendezvous, his body
catching the downbeat in a flirtation break

if only she could master the contra body
(a rumba dip similar to Tango)

if only her peek-a-boo bosom
could rollout-to-attack

the importance of form dawning
on her pogo-stick frame
if only she’d kick off those
as they say high-heeled sneakers
and let her feet find the beat.

Photo by Owen Zylstra

How The WRX Got Its Blue

In Kathryn, Postcard Poem on February 19, 2012 at 11:27 pm

I set the parking brake, crossed to get the mail

Then turned at a faint wail to witness the parking brake fail:

The car backward sailed until the aspen it nailed.

When husband came home, I felt like I was in jail

Though he said, don’t rail–we still have each other to hail.

Researchers Report

In Healthcare, Postcard Poem on February 18, 2012 at 9:11 pm

Researchers report

that a man can detect

the smell of tears.

A chemical in tears

causes levels of testosterone

to drop.

There you have it.

Please cry responsibly.