Saving Daylight
By Katherine Gotthardt |
We did not spring forward – we looked there, all the while wondering whether approaching snow would march us back […]
Still March
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Past eleven. Were it morning, it might not matter, but night’s a story that should have ended an hour ago, […]
Conversation
By Katherine Gotthardt |
The future, she said, relies on our stomachs, growling for something other than edible, something younger, something deferring the Earth, […]
Inbox
By Katherine Gotthardt |
I got on a list, blown kisses by mega-marketers with a fetish for…construction? Aluminum piping, seamless gutters, steam rollers, ice […]
Submitting
By Katherine Gotthardt |
I submitted because I saw ‘defenestration’ in a WWII detective novel, and had to look it up. The same day […]
Shoe
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Now more than then, #Facebook needs #poetry, and art of the masters and royal ladies who dare to dabble on […]
Shutting Down
By Katherine Gotthardt |
This cannot be my America. Where bloated power stuffs rags in the mouths of servants, weakened because some bastards removed […]
Comma, And
By Katherine Gotthardt |
If I were a comma, would I opt for Oxford use? Would I find AP an ignorant Yahoo, mucking around […]
Monarch
By Katherine Gotthardt |
When I look up, I see the wall in front of me, mirrored butterflies my daughter bought me, pressed against […]
2019
By Katherine Gotthardt |
What if this year you held your face in your own, warm hands, and said aloud, “You are shamelessly loved”? […]