Katherine's Coffeehouse

How unhappy the worm, eyeing a bird, knowing it cannot fly – unless… Unless. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

Now was the summer of our content, made possible by the sun, and here we lay, and here we slept, […]

In the 80’s, there, in row 103, me, lighter raised, like everyone else in praise of music. But mine – […]

I cannot handle my country handling guns, aiming into the eyes of children, my neighbors, yours, ours. Where is god? […]

By Katherine Gotthardt Maybe you’re supposed to detach from life’s thick ooze in order to recover. Is that what I’m […]

Hi readers! In conjunction with Write by the Rails, I am doing an area-wide poetry installation. The goal is to […]

AC went out, like my neighbor who everyone says “gets around.” The guys say she’s hot. The women, well, they […]

The world is carnivorous – poets not so much. We are grass on a suburban lawn, planted like a good […]

Because the matted hay blocked his wrinkled gaze, and because I am who I am, I felt the call to […]

Yesterday’s sunset, clouds so close to street, settling into early bedtime, red plugged into the sky, like a shorted nightlight […]