Katherine's Coffeehouse

Remember back – not too far back. Goalies didn’t wear masks. Bikers didn’t wear helmets. We rode in the back […]

I write angry poetry. But this morning, I’m not angry. No, I’m stretching like a caterpillar, crossing a jeweled leaf […]

Was there ever a time you didn’t judge? Approached a foreign-looking man, shook hands, ignored the sandy feel of his […]

I’m not cut out for the apocalypse. I’m not built for Armageddon. Sure I’ve got the bulk to survive a […]

There, on my office wall, above the lamp and tiny, sterling Buddha, a house centipede, more legs than a marching […]

If I charged what I was worth, the world would be poor. That’s not a brag. That’s everyone. Look around. […]

#GrowingUp, I housed a battered, silent, shriek: “#StopFighting!” It never moved out. #KatherinesCoffeehouse

I should go to bed, bury my ear and head in a pillow of sweet smelling sheets and sleep, maybe […]

On days when #FacebookIsToxic – those are the days to #WritePoetry. Go ahead. #Hashtag the hell out of #inspiration, #art, […]

I’m going to miss my neck. No, I’m not headed to the guillotine, or decapitating myself in some obscene science […]