About
I’m a poet, businesswoman, maker, and mom. I love discovering and fostering meaningful connections with others. These days, I do that with my hands, my head and my pen. I help business leaders grow and build healthy workplaces and teams. I create beautiful spaces that nurture and inspire. In 2016, I began writing poetry as a response to events in my life and started publishing my work in 2021. I’m currently working on my first book and am a member of PoemWorks: The Workshop for Publishing Poets. I split my time between the Boston area and Cape Cod bay, while raising two children and being their personal Uber driver. My poetry is informed by my family dynamics, upbringing in the woods of New Hampshire, and careers in business and cybersecurity. In my spare time, I can most likely be found elbow-deep, digging in my garden.
Poems
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Innisfree Poetry Journal
Ars Mortem (For Dad)
How I’ve Survived this Long, Part 5
My child, on the cusp
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Third Wednesday Magazine
Fish on a Hook
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Break Water
One Bear Says To The Other Bear
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Rockvale Review
Altar of the Hospital Bedside
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Pangyrus
Welcome to Troy
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The Lake
Ode to My First Poem Accepted
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Book of Matches
Labor Day Sunset, Brewster Flats
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Please See Me
Two Poems
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Laurel Review
Time Capsule: CNN 10/29/2019
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Stone Poetry Quarterly
Earthworm
Publications
Find my poems in these journals available in print.
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Ponder Review
Volume 6, Issue 2
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Constellations
Volume 11, Fall 2021
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Slab
Issue 17
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The Main Street Rag
Summer 2021
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Slip Stream
Issue 41
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Schoolcraft College Bookstore
The MacGuffin - Vol. 38, No. 2 (Fall 2022)
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Soundings East
Volume 43, Spring 2021
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The Healing Muse
Volume 21, Fall 2021
Highlighted Work
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Fish on a Hook / Kasha Martin Gauthier
Once, I saw my boss, the CFO,
in the sock section of Bloomingdales.
He followed behind his wife
like a tired dog follows his owner.
She chose black or blue,
handed them to him to hold.
He and those men sat in meetings all dayplaying dress-up, like their fathers before them,
except modern: pressed jeans and t-shirts,
like the second coming of Steve Jobs.
They strutted in to work then paid me
80 cents on their dollar.
For years I copied their ways- crossed
my arms and legs- learned all the unspoken rules.
To get ahead, I became fluent in their language.
I wrote and said what they wanted. But I could not
hide my foreign accent- my voice and breasts
gave me away. They humored me, kept me
hooked with promotions promised:
“Just have it on my desk by noon.”
Finally, I earned an invite to the Boardroom.
I sat in that room when they passed Rachael
over for promotion. A single mother,
she wouldn’t be able to dedicate herself.
Still, they made the cover of Forbes magazine
for Best Employer. When I asked questions,
they gave me answers: “That’s how we do things.”
“I’d explain, but you wouldn’t understand.”
Kasha Martin Gauthier / Newton, Massachusetts