Katherine's Coffeehouse

i dreamt last night i hid in an elevator molding my back into angles and steel

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'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,

We aren't much to look at, we poets, unless you look very closely, which most aren't wont to do. It's not that they don't get us. They just don't have time for us, missing the chance to see the blue feathered heron, one pencil-lead leg fixed in the sludge of the runoff in the morning. […]

They say the hands will do what the heart has felt. Not knowing who they are (might be indigenous wisdom or merely a good meme from Facebook) I immediately think of hitting hands, because I clearly recall anger in fingers that had touched too much of life, the plated skin on their palms, ridged at […]

More short pieces from January.

January haiku from writing prompts

Annual NEW YEAR GALA at McCall Studio Gallery Celebrate New Year’s 2024 together in Manassas! Reserve your tickets now for McCall Studio Gallery’s SAT. JAN 6th, 2024 5:30 PM – 9:30 PM NEW YEAR Red Carpet Gala! NEW YEAR ART SHOW opening, plus poetry readings by local poet, Katherine Gotthardt & LIVE Music by local […]

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

Entering older years, I now understand how my words have become less visible.