Ablution
By Katherine Gotthardt |
First, though, I must drink decaf coffee,
because why bother with anything else
until that piece has been done? It’s not
Left Handed
By Katherine Gotthardt |
My left hand has
done most of the work
for me, built a thick
callous on my middle
finger where rests
My Dear Friend, the Artist
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Based on a writing prompt from Poetry Super Highway for National Poetry Month, 2024 and this news article:
“The US was getting too expensive. So this artist relocated to France for a slower-paced life”
By Silvia Marchetti, CNN
Where I Can Safely Be Myself
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Haiku wishes for greener spaces and a kinder world
April Micropoems
By Katherine Gotthardt |
wind chimes and songbirds
even the curtains balloon in celebration
today's open window
Or Shall We Call It…
By Katherine Gotthardt |
There’s a difference
between how
the word is
used—apathy
in the personal
sense, indifference,
or lack of caring,
where you refuse
to act, or do
the right thing,
Flying Home
By Katherine Gotthardt |
The stranger next
to me, too close
for comfort, I can
practically feel his
breath on my neck,
or is it the air I
always have to turn
on high? How I hate
to fly, I always seem
to get searched,
and while I
What I Did That Day
By Katherine Gotthardt |
An Ode to My Former Teammates at IBM
Heya, so you know what I did? Took the day off
to think about what was actually happening,
was really going on behind the scenes, behind
the screens and the gaslighting. I mean, I got up