What I’m Learning About Aging
by Katherine Gotthardt
What I’m learning about aging
is we don’t do it alone –
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by Katherine Gotthardt
What I’m learning about aging
is we don’t do it alone –
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by Katherine Gotthardt Through your ageless eyes, I understand your replies to what you most fear: trembling from the tip
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By Katherine Gotthardt
It’s long overdue, this reflecting,
turning the outside in,
examining what everything means.
I was blessed to visit members of SPARC over the past couple of weeks and write poetry with them. SPARC
Love sometimes requires retreating,
backing up,
reversing the pace
that brought us into spaces
where nothing was ever comfortable,
no memory or seat we could share,
no reserve preserved for those worst hours,
Haiku by Diedra Horne Being the ruler of ram Bleeds from my soul Makes my walk elites Thanks to guest
She did not know to engage in such things would leave everything familiar flailing, everything worthy slapping itself against stucco
Every second, you give up a little more, stare at the space between us, mumble one-word answers, refuse your favorite
I don’t know what you think of white, but tonight, I see azalea petals outdoing the dark, and I think,
I’m in awe of chaos and how easily it erupts, how fragile the audience of everything: one wrong word an
You’ve come to grips with it: no one’s in the audience. Every day, you hear yourself, reverberating in the mic,
Open your notebook. Log the times you think you failed. Read it to the wind. -Katherine Gotthardt