House of the Tomato

If a woman wants to be a poet, she must dwell in the house of the tomato. -- Erica Jong

Regional website for the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, in partnership with the Reader's Loft.

GREEN BAY / NORTHEAST

Celebrating, sharing and inspiring poetry throughout Wisconsin.

Poetry Reading

  • The Reader's Loft 2069 Central Court Green Bay, WI 54311 USA

Kathryn Gahl & Sarah Gilbert

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Kathryn Gahl is a writer, dancer, and registered nurse. Born to an Irish nurse and German farmer, she grew up with seven siblings in a farmhouse located at the end of a half-mile gravel drive. She earned a B.S. in English at the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point and a B.S. in Nursing at Syracuse University (NY). After 25 years in nursing and nursing management, she became a full-time writer, studying at Bread Loaf, Stonecoast, Sewanee, Iowa Writers’ Workshop Fiction Intensive, Iowa Summer Festival, Vermont College, and Taos.

Her poems and stories are widely published in small journals, including Eclipse, Hawaii Pacific Review, Permafrost, Porcupine Literary Arts Magazine, and Willow Review. Twice a Glimmer Train finalist, she received honorable mention from The Council of Wisconsin Writers and Wisconsin People & Ideas . Margie named her a finalist for the Marjorie J. Wilson Award. Other finalist awards include poetry at Lumina and Chautauqua , the Arthur Edelstein Prize for Short Fiction, the William Richey Short Story Winner, and the Flash Fiction finalist at Talking Writing . More at www.kathryngahl.com.

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Sarah Gilbert returned to writing poetry in the midst of two decades of Lynch Syndrome cancers. Her chapbook, Tendril: Living with Lynch Syndrome, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2015. At some point she will get around to pulling together another manuscript. Poems have appeared in Fox Cry Review, Wisconsin Poets Calendar, The Healing Muse, and Your Daily Poem. Sarah enjoys weaving, helping out in her community, library, and church, spending time with family and in nature, especially at the cottage on Lake Michigan. She hosts monthly poetry readings at Copper Rock Cafe in Appleton. 

Thoughts on a No-Hair Day

This autumn I am deciduous.
My hair without anchor
loosed with a touch
flies with the wind
like the leaves
released. 

I rake my hair off my pillow
my shoulders, the sink, the floor,
becoming acquainted with my scalp
cool and tingling
as delicate wisps of hair lift with the breeze. 

I am shedding
like cats in spring
but now they are laying in their winter coats.
This is not their shedding season.

Better to think of the trees
branches bare to winter wind
strongly rooted
leafing out anew in the spring.

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Screensaver goldfish
drift lazily by
waving their fantails
moving their lips
while bubbles
percolate from blue gravel.
Lucy the cat
sits mesmerized
tilts her head
watches
lifts a soft paw
bats and bats again
but the fish know
she’s not really there.

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