Katherine's Coffeehouse

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, […]

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. […]