Katherine's Coffeehouse

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, […]

By Katherine Gotthardt Somewhere, there’s what I should be doing, somewhere between the smudged edges of you and me, between […]

I tell you trust isn't something I lend like a new book you know damn well will never be returned. […]

In withering arms of darkness, dew trying to pass for rainwater, beaten terrain attempts to rise,

Seeking comfort in success