Katherine's Coffeehouse

This is my advice: slice the morning. Make wedges out of hours, minutes where you could be writing poetry. Carve […]

5 a.m. on a Sunday and I accidentally wake my husband. “Poetry piled up overnight,” I explain. He murmurs, “Death […]

On the sidewalk lone white feather in the wind Angel in the world -Katherine Gotthardt

If it wasn’t for the way early light met me on the street that morning, or the way April rain’s […]

hook of the moon dangling over a star bait of brighter light -Katherine Gotthardt

Today, in the battlefield's forest, Manassas gave us gifts: a stream for our dog to swim in, a wooden bridge […]

Crave is a five letter word, same as power. The world knows no peace. -Katherine Gotthardt Praying for peace.

by Katherine Gotthardt over the exit pedestrians on a bridge crossing with pigeons

Four more Haiku forms from writing prompts on Twitter. The first three were written with Ukraine in mind. Praying for […]

These are short pieces (mostly forms of Haiku) posted on Twitter. They are based on one-word writing prompts. Inexplicably, the […]