Katherine's Coffeehouse

There is nothing neat about it.

Sometimes, this is all I need:To sit, secure, with my palm on the throatof day. Press lightly on its pulse.Breathe […]

My darling, this flamboyant season moves quickly,

favoring neither leg, nor whip, nor the hushof cajole (control)simply a horse whinny to make a country better than it […]

I make myself go slowly to the sink.

This poem is not for poets.

Still with eyes closed, wrapped up in blankets

It begins with, “Don’t you believe in company loyalty?”

We clutch a bit now for sleep through the night, choose sharper tipped verbs, phrases, questions of status quo, but are handed cliches

It’s complicated, really, it began so long ago, while bent over a bin of gourmet ice cream, scooping it out for a customer: “Don’t you believe in company loyalty?” And I had to tell him, no. “I am not loyal to groups,” I said. “I am loyal to people.”