Katherine's Coffeehouse

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, […]

I’m in awe of chaos and how easily it erupts, how fragile the audience of everything: one wrong word an […]

You’ve come to grips with it: no one’s in the audience. Every day, you hear yourself, reverberating in the mic, […]

Open your notebook. Log the times you think you failed. Read it to the wind. -Katherine Gotthardt

Go to the double mirror. See how age is perfecting you, every memory creased