Katherine's Coffeehouse

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, […]

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? […]