Katherine's Coffeehouse

And if you want to know why I keep telling the story, it is because someone else might have lived it,

The working theory is this: If we rage at something we are not, we become what we fling ourselves against, protecting our bodies

Perhaps justice is akin to kindness,

I want to know what causes this pain. Not just the ache we all eventually have in the shell of our muscle and bone.

Haiku written in May thus far. Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright 2024, all rights reserved.

other times it feels like not even the worst what ifs can scratch

And this six o’clock Saturday morning, I thought I’d be brave enough to write about birds, or how blessed anyone is to get to grow old, only I am thinking

I want to tell you things look different now, more early morning, more finch

And if I have to be transparent,

Even dandelions have backstories, if you think long enough about your past. How when you were supple