Writing Gallery
The Time Was Right
/A variation on Dylan Thomas…
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He’ll rage against the dying of my light
but old age took its toll along the way.
He doesn’t know I think the …
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreFilling In the Blank
/I 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
Read MoreLost in Spaces
/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
Read MoreOn Being Bart
/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
Read MoreOf Mice And Men...
/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
Read MoreIt Was The Monster Smash!
/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
Read MoreThe Old Gray Sonnet
/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
Read MoreWhen The Shark Bites
/When fairy tales meet the real world.
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In college, she had many boys, at least a score or more,
derrieres in chairs or on the floor—she wasn’t keeping score.
In tête-à-têtes, ménage à trois…
By Ken Gosse
Read MoreThe Great Devoid
/Hormonic harmonics.
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The harmonies we once enjoyed
now seem to make my wife annoyed,
like games we used to play in bed…
By Ken Gosse
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