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You’ve come to grips with it: no one’s in the audience. Every day, you hear yourself, reverberating in the mic, […]
Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Reminder #3
Open your notebook. Log the times you think you failed. Read it to the wind. -Katherine Gotthardt
Advice
This is my advice: slice the morning. Make wedges out of hours, minutes where you could be writing poetry. Carve
Tattoo
5 a.m. on a Sunday and I accidentally wake my husband. “Poetry piled up overnight,” I explain. He murmurs, “Death
If it wasn’t for
If it wasn’t for the way early light met me on the street that morning, or the way April rain’s
Battlefield
Today, in the battlefield’s forest, Manassas gave us gifts: a stream for our dog to swim in, a wooden bridge
Four Haiku from Twitter Writing Prompts
Four more Haiku forms from writing prompts on Twitter. The first three were written with Ukraine in mind. Praying for
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Four Short Spring Poems
These are short pieces (mostly forms of Haiku) posted on Twitter. They are based on one-word writing prompts. Inexplicably, the
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Sunset’s Craving
Claiming all that passed, sunset craves the day. Silly. Nobody owns poetry. -Katherine Gotthardt Banner art by Andrew Gotthardt
Cave
Cold closes its jaws on sunlight, thin remains of air. That brutal beauty of headstrong hope. -Katherine Gotthardt
Cherry Tree
Nighttime cherry tree, impending windstorm. Pang of letting go. -Katherine Gotthardt Painting by Andrew Gotthardt
Burden
Bearing the burden of all the right things, honesty’s fragile fingers. -Katherine Gotthardt Photo by Benjamin Ranger on Unsplash
Growing In
Age grow in at the edges, each experience white, baby-fine. Try not to judge these wispy years while we become
Bedside
Bedside, I hold your plump hand, cold, white thread of foam sewing your lips shut, as if you disapprove of
Placid Bay
for my mother-in-law on the morning of her passing These leaves, white with winter, and those frozen, spiky cones, then,
