Katherine's Coffeehouse

This cannot be my America. Where bloated power stuffs rags in the mouths of servants, weakened because some bastards removed […]

If I were a comma, would I opt for Oxford use? Would I find AP an ignorant Yahoo, mucking around […]

When I look up, I see the wall in front of me, mirrored butterflies my daughter bought me, pressed against […]

What if this year you held your face in your own, warm hands, and said aloud, “You are shamelessly loved”? […]

Someone on Facebook said, “Bless and release.” I penned it on paper, a post-it note, purple, stamped with a teal […]

Shifting paper, old handouts, a stack of dog-eared folders, blank, brittle notebooks, pile of unread mail and must-smelling memories, just […]

1970’s ornaments, smell of pine, plastic, old cardboard, memories of my mom, leaking from the box. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

I was so jealous of you. You were that collectable champagne glass in my mirrored curio – gold-rimmed, slender stemmed, […]

When the day weighs more than I, and the sky hangs ominous as a loose chandelier, I find time to […]

I used to dream my teeth fell out. I’d look down, and there, in a blue bucket, they sat, piled, […]