Katherine's Coffeehouse

She told me obsequious wasn’t the right word, wasn’t the way to describe that grainy beach in loosely translated terms of something yielding and servile, but here it still is after decades of

I was born backwards, cord wrapped around my neck, lump on my

My dearly beloveds, I’d like to tell you and the magpie how very much you are needed, how very lovely it is to hear you

You see (I seem to start that way a lot lately, don’t I?) what it’s really about is the choices we make, even the littlest ones we CAN make, where we really do have several options,

And lately, I seem seeded in the same old place,

He says he wants to see Solomon's tomb, the Ark of the Covenant, and treasures that turn dragons a shade of muted emerald. Furtively search

The way he says identity politics—as if claiming any identity is something moderately pornographic, a Congressional tabloid where everything is dirtier than he is. Never mind his own proud proclamation: White male. Lover of guns

Or perhaps you would prefer to hear my hands shake, that I can no longer feel my fingertips, that I shut them in

Despondence is avocado toast.

They may not sweeten after being picked, but they do seem to get softer, these aging players that were the talk of the baseball town. For some reason, they suddenly can’t get past the strike zone: