Katherine's Coffeehouse

Fear is an ugly book cover. Crack open the spine. Read past the first chapter. Decide if it’s fiction. Or […]

It’s why I didn’t squash the horsefly, merely walked back inside.   It’s why I captured the rat, freed it […]

I’m afraid of ostriches. Not metaphorical ones (though head in the sand can be worse than a rotting pecan disguised […]

By the John Brown museum, vulture bothering something long dead. “Where would your loyalty lie?” reads the placard. I recall, […]

Through the back window, I saw the first yellow leaf of fall, as I gathered your fur that’s been collecting […]

How blunt the scissors used too often. Want to stay sharp? Use only when needed. Refrain from grinding edges, trying […]

When wheat and tomato meet for an early dinner, cheese invites itself, parsley and basil tagging along. Go ahead. Hold […]

Are you starving yet? Has your stomach turned blue and black, inside out with hunger? Have you bruised your back […]

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, […]