Gratitude
By Katherine Gotthardt |
This early morning, patio stones under my naked feet, then up the deck stairs, then the humid air, the sudden […]
For Sale by Owner
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Now I’m thinking of sellouts – two or three suits in office chairs, afraid to spin or roll, even on […]
Ant
By Katherine Gotthardt |
In all seriousness, I love ants. Not in the house, per se, but on a sidewalk or grass blade, or […]
Harsh Winter
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Lovers are two noses, tips touching in the cold, “Eskimo kisses,” (as the Inuit roll their eyes). But follow me […]
I Was Just Thinking…
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Where is poetry, if not in soft snow, slipping slowly from a crying sky, releasing its babies, like we do, […]
Stepping Out
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Have you ever stepped out on that wide first step, the landing, the top one, looked down like you were […]
Before Thanksgiving
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Weird weather tonight, warm November, with a moaning wind that makes the dogs a little nutty. They stiffen their ears, […]
August 17, 2017 After Charlottesville
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Ten years ago, I called them Nazis. It just kind of came out, you know? I’d climbed beyond angry – […]
Pop
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Adderall forces a mind to its knees like a hostage. But it never worked that way for me. See, I’m […]
On Call
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Pain is an aging police officer. It sleeps lightly, still on call. It moves slowly sometimes, especially in the morning, […]