If it wasn’t for the way early light met me on the street that morning, or the way April rain’s fingers tapped lightly on my shoulder, or how that warm mist and sudden sense seeped through to my very skin. If it wasn’t for a voice familiar to my better self, the one that snuck […]
Today, in the battlefield’s forest, Manassas gave us gifts: a stream for our dog to swim in, a wooden bridge for us to cross, a path for hikers and horses. Through trees reached the arms of the sun, resting its hands on the back of our necks. Not even a hint of soldiers or Civil
Four more Haiku forms from writing prompts on Twitter. The first three were written with Ukraine in mind. Praying for peace in a time of war. March wind, abandoned field. This one wide-eyed sunflower. _____________________________ unexpected news amid grim morning headlines finally sunshine _____________________________ ivy vine linking one thin leaf to another bond of greenery
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These are short pieces (mostly forms of Haiku) posted on Twitter. They are based on one-word writing prompts. Inexplicably, the world sees hope in the sky. Spring moon. _____________________________ Passing winter in the corridor, spring bats its fake lashes, winks knowingly. _____________________________ Around the bend, cardinals on a street corner. New Red District. _____________________________ Thunderstorms
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Claiming all that passed, sunset craves the day. Silly. Nobody owns poetry. -Katherine Gotthardt Banner art by Andrew Gotthardt
Cold closes its jaws on sunlight, thin remains of air. That brutal beauty of headstrong hope. -Katherine Gotthardt
Nighttime cherry tree, impending windstorm. Pang of letting go. -Katherine Gotthardt Painting by Andrew Gotthardt
