Katherine's Coffeehouse

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 […]

This is how I remember you, white apron speckled with red sauce, spectacles on the end of your nose, eyes […]

I look down, and it’s on my thigh, just sitting there, sucking the last bit of self from me, and […]

I learned young to serve: ring the bell at Christmas, thank strangers for their change, handle hot tongs, release chicken […]

Of all pandemics I’ve survived, you are my favorite, teaching me what it means to be alive. Okay, I admit […]

This orange morning, sunrise writes a memo: “For your eyes only.”