Katherine's Coffeehouse

Easter – door open, inviting in the sun, we are weeding your new front lawn,

It’s the connotation that matters: Something feasible turns preferable,

It's absurd, this deafening ring, as if I'd put my ear by an air raid call, let the sound in, […]

That 1980’s phone, boxy against your ear – don’t you think we could hear better then? Didn’t we listen more […]

Protest poem by Katherine M. Gotthardt

I yanked the fragment from my eye, through burst blood vessels glimpsed clearly the one still in yours, jutting through […]

Sometimes, when spring yawns, its slow, honeysuckle breath warming my face, I think to myself, “What a wonderful world.”

All love is an afterthought, an ideal that whispers “remember me,” carrying us, wildflowers in a basket, petals falling, lighting […]

To cure my dog of her errant ways, I bought a vibrating collar, clipped it around the fat of her […]