Ken Gosse
/ GreyThoughts.InfoI searched all my poems for “tabula rasa”
but found a blank slate—not a horse at the gate.
In this large, empty casa, I shouted “Qué pasa?”
There wasn’t an answer. I chose not …
By Ken Gosse
Toody and Muldoon probably …
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I’m confident that in this lot
I’ll find my auto’s parking spot
although, perhaps—and …
By Ken Gosse
The short, better life of a rescued cat.
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Mew doesn’t knock anything onto the floor.
He doesn’t play games; doesn’t stare out the door.
He’ll climb down a cat tree but never climb…
By Ken Gosse
A Small Tribute to a Favorite Giant.
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“Don’t count your boobies until they are hatched.”
Words of wisdom from Thurber that still go unmatched.
Burns said, true…
By Ken Gosse
The “Monster Mash” was a 1962…
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The little toe, as most folks know,
that fiendish body part,
takes sudden pain, so …
By Ken Gosse
Inspired by an evening from …
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I found an old gray sonnet with a faded
ribbon on it from when we first met.
That day old Dobbin pulled …
By Ken Gosse