Katherine's Coffeehouse

It’s hard to believe only last year Bury My Under a Lilac was released, and I’m already ready to release […]

On course for spring, we run into frigidity, a storefront of lingering winter. See how we crash through the front […]

This Monday morning, pear blossoms tumbling with the wind, white cloud grounded, blue sky clapping with one hand. Well done. […]

Never turn back, they say. But my back takes the stone barrage, bleeding faster than gossip, bruising like a damaged […]

To write poetry, you must untrain your brain, forget the rigidities of relationships. Where is the mug of Cuban coffee […]

All screens switch. Not momentarily – any milli-moment. Count them in fractions. One-one hundredth. Two. Dissolved into some vague animation […]

When in the throws of spring I remove my top in public, will you sail quickly, back towards conventional wind? […]

For everyone missing their mother, I offer you a memory of mine: She hugged strangers, invited the lonely to dinner […]

Tonight, peepers pepper the air, thick with the sauce of spring, a dinner of biscuits and decaf coffee, reverse breakfast, […]

No more, those morning tears. I’ve absorbed them, adoring them, like salty gods, singing them, like the rime of an […]