Katherine's Coffeehouse

for my mother-in-law on the morning of her passing These leaves, white with winter, and those frozen, spiky cones, then, […]

Broken windowpane, winter wind in the bedroom. Audible birdsong. -Katherine Gotthardt

My paltry decades of living and I cannot understand how mountains bear their memories. -Katherine Gotthardt

And there, amidst the mange, a tranquil tuft of growth, baby-haired, white. The whole world hummed, as if it, too, […]

In latter days, the solar- scorched world proved heavy- handed, callous palms swiping back. Retribution. -Katherine Gotthardt

That garden you decided to plant? How it took time to turn over the soil, get past the sweat, that […]

lashes long as mallard wings ambiguous feathers my beautiful child

It is Wednesday, and I put my work on pause. I find my old art bag, carry watercolor pencils to […]

By Katherine Gotthardt Somewhere in the midst of life’s lessons, I’m forgetting how to speak. I think it might be […]

By Katherine Gotthardt The turtle has been crushed by a mower, life leaving through cracks in its shattered shell, coagulated, […]