Katherine’s Coffeehouse
Azalea
I don’t know what you think of white, but tonight, I see azalea petals outdoing the dark, and I think,
Speaking of…
You’ve come to grips with it: no one’s in the audience. Every day, you hear yourself, reverberating in the mic,
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
