Katherine's Coffeehouse

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 […]

When day looms long, heart too small to hold it, Earth, too, pensively looking at the stars, I find it […]

This train wreck? Look closely. A hand reaches from the rubble. Take the trouble to reach back. Be the conductor. […]

And then, there are days when the world tears itself apart. Or maybe it’s just my heart. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

See how time moves, slinking along like some aging cat, shoulders hunched against the moon, a silhouette of fur and […]

Living as a poet is hard. See, the teacher is always changing, not just when September comes, but every moment […]

Do we all get where we’re headed? I’d like to believe I do. I’ve held a cold hand or two, […]