Katherine's Coffeehouse

Haiku by Diedra Horne Being the ruler of ram Bleeds from my soul Makes my walk elites Thanks to guest […]

Stop. Stop and write the ending first, the outcome of all that is significant:

Artisan of life, she breaks out her loom and yarn. Memory weaver. -Katherine Gotthardt

You told me once, the older you grow, the more you value balance:

Open the app to curiosity. Actively seek the purposeful glitch in otherwise perfect lines.

She did not know to engage in such things would leave everything familiar flailing, everything worthy slapping itself against stucco […]

If I had to give myself a name, it would be laughter. That is what I do. I find things […]

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, […]