Author Archives: ksga2013
Love Like A Tomato
Love Like A Tomato By Kathryn S. Gardiner He rolled the foil gum wrapper into a ball and flicked it at the nearest trashcan where it bounced off the rim, landed in the grass, and Abby wondered: Could I truly … Continue reading
The Little Girl Mouse
“Krishna offered to the little girl mouse … the hand of the sungod in marriage … but instead she chose a little boy mouse.” –Srila Prabhupad The Little Girl Mouse By Kathryn S. Gardiner A mouse in little brown shoes … Continue reading
Sleep On It
Sleep On It By Kathryn S. Gardiner The television went blank for the span of a few seconds, then blinked back to the generic menu screen. ‘Play’ was the only option. Brandon swallowed and said nothing. He looked at the … Continue reading
The Proper Care and Feeding of Loneliness
or The Weirdest Love Poem to Sebastian Stan or Fun with Metaphors, a Not-So-Nautical Verse by Kathryn S. Gardiner curled around ventricles and aorta piercing twisting grasping heavy viscous limbs that sway around me like seaweed in the tide while … Continue reading
Hypothetical ‘He’
Days grow long, +++++++ the summers are hot, and I have a friend with scissors, +++++++ so I think, Why not? “Men prefer long hair,” they tell me, +++++++ just so I know that ‘he’ may be displeased. I never … Continue reading
Jiu-jitsu Love, A Haiku
Jiu-jitsu Love, A Haiku by Kathryn S. Gardiner It starts with a roll Rear naked choke of the heart Tears instead of tap
Mea Culpa to the Men I’ve Loved
Mea Culpa to the Men I’ve Loved by Kathryn S. Gardiner Sorry I tried to +++++++ shove you in that box, +++++++ push you off that cliff, +++++++ drag you into bed, +++++++ and pull you through the impressive terrain … Continue reading
Penny and the Peach
Penny and the Peach By Kathryn S. Gardiner She’d always heard the snarls and the screams. She remembered being a toddler taking her first shaky steps toward that shadowed place in the glen before her mother swooped her up in … Continue reading
A Pretty Plight
A Pretty Plight by Kathryn S. Gardiner She watched him go and sighed, “Alas. Too bad his soul isn’t as nice as his ass.”
Kathryn S. Gardiner 