Katherine's Coffeehouse

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

By Katherine Gotthardt In the dream, my bed is cemented in a storefront, and I, no control over window treatments […]

Freedom means choosing your light, picking which part of the day means most, rising with mourning doves and dew, or […]

Today, the hate of the world weighs heavy, and I must remain a poet,

Saturdays were errand days, shopping and banking,

By Katherine Gotthardt   Often now, I think about death, usually at 3 a.m. when I wake to the thin […]

By Katherine Gotthardt   Mornings, I want to write deeply, delve into the beak of the cardinal by my window, […]

Somewhere here, we’ve got the trophy, proof we’re not “one of them.”