Help me not be normal.
Help me when I am in formidable first grade,
counting my fingers under my desk because math is hard
and there’s too much talk from inside out and every last word
barges into my brain the way you did my bedroom
Help Me Not Be Normal Read More »
i dreamt last night
i hid in an elevator
molding my back
into angles and steel
Nightmare in Suburban America Read More »
I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining
I believe in love
even when there’s no one there
I believe in God
even when
he is silent
I’d call this a poetic brain dump Read More »
I’ve decided it’s a birdcall,
not the Canada goose
I will be in the life
I live after my next, more
like the mourning dove,
What Betrayal Feels Like Read More »
We aren’t much to look at, we poets, unless you look very closely, which most aren’t wont to do. It’s
They say the hands will do what the heart has felt. Not knowing who they are (might be indigenous wisdom
What They Say about Hands – a draft Read More »
Annual NEW YEAR GALA at McCall Studio Gallery Celebrate New Year’s 2024 together in Manassas! Reserve your tickets now for
Join us Saturday, January 6, for a celebration of the arts! Read More »
By Katherine M. Gotthardt
Last night I dreamt again you appeared,
thin and limping after what I could have sworn
was your final parting, last heavy sigh and whimper,
all of us laying hands on your haunches, private room
with wordless music, pet pictures, candles. And as always
The ladies in the senior center craft room
Complain about their aging husbands:
“He never this …” and “He always that …”
Guest Poem: Cleaning the Tea Buckets Read More »
Some poems I’ve posted on Threads. Let’s connect there.
Threads of Poetry – Haiku Read More »
A guest post by Geoff Anderson, Poet and founder of diVERSES Poetry “[T]he trouble with poetry isthat it encourages the
Guest Post: How Poetry Can Grow BEYOND Poets Read More »
Join the celebration! I’ll be reading new work at the Spilled Ink open mic Saturday, October 7, so be sure to say hello!
In the Company of Laureates Read More »
For weeks, you deny you resent me, withdrawing, same as rain, lie holding its breath like heavy August air, you,
What I want to do is stop remembering
the rainy morning you drove 50 miles to my house
to help me find car keys I’d dropped in the trash.
I hate to sound so jaded, but the world we live in, the world that demands so much of our
Dear Readers: We are all short on time. Read More »
Do not silence your life. Disregard fears of tonsillitis, laryngitis, infection. Sing. Sing what is, what was, what isn’t. Trill
