Katherine's Coffeehouse

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 […]

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