Katherine's Coffeehouse

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 […]

What if on Bring Your Kids to Work Day I brought my books? What if I sat them next to […]

It’s hard so hard to get specific. No one wants to wait while you try to recall words you really […]

Each March, I fall for it, the siren sun wading through blue to the abandoned crow’s nest over my house, […]

Fear doesn’t bother to sneak in. It lunges, with a screech, arms spread like wild wings, fingers grotesque talons of […]