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When wheat and tomato meet for an early dinner, cheese invites itself, parsley and basil tagging along. Go ahead. Hold hands. Kiss. This is a date you don’t want to miss.
When wheat and tomato meet for an early dinner, cheese invites itself, parsley and basil tagging along. Go ahead. Hold hands. Kiss. This is a date you don’t want to miss.
Are you starving yet? Has your stomach turned blue and black, inside out with hunger? Have you bruised your back working for enough just to feed your children? Have you tilled until night fell, sweating and swearing, and in between the hell of hay and grieving home, consoled yourself with an ancient hum? Is your
How unhappy the worm, eyeing a bird, knowing it cannot fly – unless… Unless. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
Now was the summer of our content, made possible by the sun, and here we lay, and here we slept, bothered by no one, besides Sir Winter happening into our dreams. Where goes warmth when that knight comes? Where go lazy thoughts? Quickly, now. Get quilts out of hiding. The just-in-case days are arriving. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
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In the 80’s, there, in row 103, me, lighter raised, like everyone else in praise of music. But mine – I make it dance for me. #KatherinesCoffeehouse
I cannot handle my country handling guns, aiming into the eyes of children, my neighbors, yours, ours. Where is god? Wearing camouflage, in the bushes? Is even he armed? #KatherinesCoffeehouse
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By Katherine Gotthardt Maybe you’re supposed to detach from life’s thick ooze in order to recover. Is that what I’m doing? I don’t feel saved. Don’t pray for me. Don’t bother. Put your prayers on a train, hope for enough fuel. Because that’s the last thing we need. Another wreck. #KatherinesCoffeehouse #PoemsAroundTown See this