Katherine's Coffeehouse

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 […]

Purple was accidental. I like how it looked on my website. So I started out with a logo, a two-tone […]

*Ogni pensiero vola How many poems love Mondays? Do any of them laud the week’s overlord, strum a bard’s mandolin, […]

I’ve never been good at either/or, always been a “both” person, really. Explains a lot – the extensive collection of […]