Katherine's Coffeehouse

Sunday morning. Persistent cardinal at the front window.

And I would like to label it just a bad mood, this feeling of being closed in, trapped by failing bone and muscle and a system set tightly around the rich and healthy. Except

I have spent far too many moments picking up what does not belong to me. Random pieces

Moving inherently means sorting through the ages, opening trunks

It was Trapper Keepers and binders, the smell of vinyl, paper, and chalk, how the window sounded cracked open, because September can still be warm. And whenever I

Or perhaps you picture a black-clad student in back of class, wilting on the drug of the day, carving punked out words into a silent desktop.

Wide eye open, top of the pyramid scheme, stairway to some kind of heaven. Or did you think.

For months, we tried to be rid of you. You, too thick. Too prickly. Too wandering amid the many fingered hedges and greenery. Much too, much too, invasive.

Bottom line up front: There are better ways to start the day, some more so than others.

there is the difference they know when to hit high notes nightingales