Cody Gohl
Articles by
Cody Gohl
When It Seems Like You’ll Never Become A Writer
If you’re going through a slump, put down the pen, pick up the novels of your favorite artists.
The Sadness Of Graduating College
People feel different things after they graduate college but I can guarantee you that almost all of them feel a little deflated.
Things That I Want
I want someone to say beautiful things to.
Things To Pack When You Leave Everything Behind For A Foreign City
You won’t have room for much in your suitcase, but keep room for books. You’ll find it hard to find English books and you’ll be surprised at how much you miss reading the language.
Future
I imagine a boy who became a man before he’d realized it.
Can A Place Change Who You Are?
The hardest thing about writing about Madrid is finding my beginning. Because the story of Madrid and the story of who I was before and who I became after it does not fit solely into the stretch of the five autumnal months that I spent living there.
When It’s Time To Leave
I’ve starred constellations of cities on the worldmap beating against my rib cage and still don’t know what accent I will speak my tomorrows in, don’t know whether or not to bend back the arms of this compass or to trust in their magnetism, don’t know with whom or for whom I will do all of this travelling.
For All The Elementary School Teachers I Never Got To Thank
Kindergarten teachers don’t ever get as much thanks as they deserve because their students never realize the impact they made on them until much later in life.
Help!
Help me to write down the things that move me even if it’s just the first warm Hello of a sort of sucky day. Help me to know that even sort of sucky days end.
Last Night In A Foreign City
Katie forgets her purse and so I pay even though I will never see her again. Do I know this? Even now, do I know this?
I'm A Liberal Who Believes In God
I’m a deeply blue-stained liberal and I believe in God and sometimes that means that things get messy.
Finding Oneself In A Sex Shop
You just… get a feeling about certain people.
This Is Not A Love Letter, But It Could’ve Been
This is just dinner, one of many we will have together, these misfit toy students stuffed in apartments that are too big for their barely-20-something hearts.
A Photograph Is Worth 1,000 Goodbyes
I miss the start of it all and I think that’s why I cling to any artifacts from our beginnings.
Trading Saliva
Her lips linger far past politeness. She chugs a quarter of the bottle, smacking tongue to lip, wiping the coke that drips along the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.
Pick Up The Telephone
I think mostly what I miss is having someone to call at one o’clock in the morning when the room is warm and the edges are slightly purple, when my full bed is loose with longing.
A Love Letter To Dallas
Because Dallas is a messy and complicated city. Here, you’ll find some of the wealthiest people you’ll ever meet in areas like Midtown and Preston Hollow (wuddup, Bush) and some of the poorest in neighborhoods in the south of the city.
All The Things I Want To Say To You
And don’t bother with your words I know them all by heart could stick them to needle point and sell them at craft fairs.