Katherine's Coffeehouse

My grandfather’s book, “Joe on Jury,” memoirs of an America that welcomed volunteers,

That afternoon we lost our way on the Appalachian Trail: November, and an inexplicable wind picked up,

Take this morning motivation,

It has been too long/since I've felt an infant's cheek

Those times you have insomnia dragging you to the streets,

I'm thinking of those who blister beneath bland words, boil at banal exposure