Katherine's Coffeehouse

What is it you're not seeing when you're only looking up?

Love sometimes requires retreating, backing up, reversing the pace that brought us into spaces where nothing was ever comfortable, no memory or seat we could share, no reserve preserved for those worst hours,

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 […]