Kathryn Gahl

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Friday’s Mango

In Kathryn, Postcard Poem on February 17, 2012 at 5:37 pm

Friday’s mango from the store                                                                                                                                                                                                  is ready on Wednesday                                                                                                                                                                                                             and Tuesday’s tomato takes Sunday                                                                                                                                                                                    each day of the week ripening                                                                                                                                                                                                like a relationship, tricky.

miss a day and                                                                                                                                                                                                                            the avocado goes soft                                                                                                                                                                                                                      limes dry, lettuce curls into brown

while the relationship hungers                                                                                                                                                                                                   for freshness                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       a splash of ginger                                                                                                                                                                                                                           with a side of insight


The Art of Memory

In Postcard Poem on February 16, 2012 at 6:04 pm

every time we remember

something     neuroscientists say

we remember the remember

until we are so far

from the actual experience

we create

an alterered reality

falling foward in time

backward in rewriting

the ending the way

we imagined it

Why A Postcard Poem?

In Postcard Poem on February 14, 2012 at 8:30 pm

How would you like to receive a postcard a day? In the US Mail. Since January of 2011, that’s what I have done. Six poems a week. Twenty postcards a day. The post office loves me. So do the recipients of Postcard Poems. They hold them in their hand, share them at book clubs and hair salons, give to relatives to take to work and say read this, reprint them in newsletters, affix them to the ‘fridge, and stack them on their desks. It’s been wild.

Hence. The title of this blog is The Small Liver Literary and Little Postcard Post. Get set for wordplay fun and noteworthy notes, all the things nit-picky poet-writers do.

The Small Liver Literary & Little Postcard Post

In Kathryn, Postcard Poem on February 14, 2012 at 8:16 pm

What has a liver to do with literary? Everything. Well, almost everything. The title comes from a couple I met living in the mountains, in a tent, frugally. Not just camping, but living there. Growing food and eating fish. What’s your motivation? I asked the young girl. I want to be a small liver, she replied, decades ahead of her time, not knowing that footprint and carbon miles would enter the vernacular.

So. I dedicate this blog to her. Tomorrow, i will tell you what postcards have to do with livers. And no, you don’t eat them. Although they are delicious.