Statement of the Times

By Katherine Gotthardt | October 15, 2019 | 0 Comments

Fear is an ugly book cover. Crack open the spine. Read past the first chapter. Decide if it’s fiction. Or faction. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

Step

By Katherine Gotthardt | October 3, 2019 | 0 Comments

It’s why I didn’t squash the horsefly, merely walked back inside.   It’s why I captured the rat, freed it in the field, let the vultures hold jury.   It’s why I stepped over the snake.   It’s why when you said that, sure, I was taken aback. But more, I knew I would not…

Ostrich

By Katherine Gotthardt | October 1, 2019 | 0 Comments

I’m afraid of ostriches. Not metaphorical ones (though head in the sand can be worse than a rotting pecan disguised on a praline pie – take one bite and see how quick reality happens). No, I mean real ostriches, with their spaghetti legs and avocado heads and Jello salad wiggle-walk. And the way they run,…

Wax Museum, Harpers Ferry

By Katherine Gotthardt | September 22, 2019 | 0 Comments

By the John Brown museum, vulture bothering something long dead. “Where would your loyalty lie?” reads the placard. I recall, suddenly, that we’re all animals, that early autumn sun is still hot, and wax can melt on a sidewalk. Be careful where you step. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

Sallie

By Katherine Gotthardt | September 11, 2019 | 0 Comments

Through the back window, I saw the first yellow leaf of fall, as I gathered your fur that’s been collecting in the corner. My friend, I am not used to the idea that you are dying. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

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Cut

By Katherine Gotthardt | September 8, 2019 | 0 Comments

How blunt the scissors used too often. Want to stay sharp? Use only when needed. Refrain from grinding edges, trying to snip tense cord or wire. These are scissors, for god’s sake. Who do you think you are? #KatherinesCoffeehouse

Date

By Katherine Gotthardt | August 19, 2019 | 0 Comments

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.  

Sheaf

By Katherine Gotthardt | August 17, 2019 | 0 Comments

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…

Grounded

By Katherine Gotthardt | August 11, 2019 | 0 Comments

How unhappy the worm, eyeing a bird, knowing it cannot fly – unless… Unless. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

The Summer of Our Content

By Katherine Gotthardt | August 10, 2019 | 0 Comments

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